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Do you think, dear, as you say / Such a light good-bye to-day, / That this parting time may be / Mayhaps less to you, than me?
What a wonder of surprise / Looks out from your sunny eyes. / 'Just a nice acquaintance. ' So / We have called it, dear, I know.
Now you end it with a word, / While my inmost soul is stirred. / No -- you cannot understand. / But, dear, as I touch your hand,
Listening to your light good-bye, / All a man's roused passions cry / Like a tiger, stirred, at bay. / Oh! you draw your hand away.
'I've no right to speak so? ' Pray / Was it _your_ right day by day / By your sweet coquettish arts / To invade my heart of hearts?
It is death to let you go. / You will hate me, dear, I know; / But I swear, ere you go hence, / I will have some recompense.
For those fires you lit in vain, / Cheeks and lips shall bear the stain / Of my kisses till you die. / Go now! this is my good-bye.