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There was a time, I need not name, / Since it will ne'er forgotten be, / When all our feelings were the same / As still my soul hath been to thee.
And from that hour when first thy tongue / Confess'd a love which equall'd mine, / Though many a grief my heart hath wrung, / Unknown, and thus unfelt, by thine,
None, none hath sunk so deep as this - / To think how all that love hath flown; / Transient as every faithless kiss, / But transient in thy breast alone.
And yet my heart some solace knew, / When late I heard thy lips declare, / In accents once imagined true, / Remembrance of the days that were.
Yes! my adored, yet most unkind! / Though thou wilt never love again, / To me ‘tis doubly sweet to find / Remembrance of that love remain.
Yes! ‘tis a glorious thought to me, / Nor longer shall my soul repine, / Whate'er thou art or e'er shalt be, / Thou hast been dearly, solely mine.