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My Fair, no beauty of thine will last / Save in my love's eternity. / Thy smiles, that light thee fitfully, / Are lost for ever -- their moment past -- / Except the few thou givest to me.
Thy sweet words vanish day by day, / As all breath of mortality; / Thy laughter, done, must cease to be, / And all thy dear tones pass away, / Except the few that sing to me.
Hide then within my heart, oh, hide / All thou art loth should go from thee. / Be kinder to thyself and me. / My cupful from this river's tide / Shall never reach the long sad sea.