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Oh, I am sick of love reciprocated, / Of hopes fulfilled, ambitions gratified. / Life holds no thing to be anticipated, / And I am sad from being satisfied.
The eager joy felt climbing up a mountain / Has left me now the highest point is gained. / The crystal spray that fell from Fame's fair fountain / Was sweeter than the waters were when drained.