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Upon the disc of Love's bright planet fell / A darkness yestereve, and from your lips / I heard cold words; then came a swift eclipse / Of joy at meeting on hope's it-is-well.
And if I spoke with sadness and with fear; / If from your gentle coldness I drew back, / And felt that I had lost the flowery track / That led to peace in Love's sweet atmosphere:
It was because a woful dread possessed.
My aching heart -- the dread some evil star / Had crossed the warm affection in your breast,
Had bade me stand apart from where you are.
The world seemed breaking on my life; I heard / The crash of sorrows in that chiding word.