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From hill to hill I roam, from thought to thought, / With Love my guide; the beaten path I fly, / For there in vain the tranquil life is sought: / If 'mid the waste well forth a lonely rill, / Or deep embosom'd a low valley lie, / In its calm shade my trembling heart's still; / And there, if Love so will, / I smile, or weep, or fondly hope, or fear.
While on my varying brow, that speaks the soul, / The wild emotions roll, / Now dark, now bright, as shifting skies appear; / That whosoe'er has proved the lover's state / Would say, He feels the flame, nor knows his future fate.