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You thought my heart too far diseased; / You wonder when my fancies play / To find me gay among the gay, / Like one with any trifle pleased.
The shade by which my life was crost, / Which makes a desert in the mind, / Has made me kindly with my kind, / And like to him whose sight is lost;