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Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, / Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay; / And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs, / Which said far more than words can say?
Though keen the grief thy tears exprest, / When love and hope lay both o'erthrown; / Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast / Throbb'd, with deep sorrow, as thine own.
But, when our cheeks with anguish glow'd, / When thy sweet lips were join'd to mine; / The tears that from my eyelids flow'd / Were lost in those which fell from thine.
Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek, / Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame, / And, as thy tongue essay'd to speak, / In sighs alone it breath'd my name.
And yet, my girl, we weep in vain, / In vain our fate in sighs deplore; / Remembrance only can remain, / But that, will make us weep the more.
Again, thou best belov'd, adieu! / Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret, / Nor let thy mind past joys review, / Our only hope is, to forget!