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HIS STATE WHEN LAURA IS PRESENT, AND WHEN SHE DEPARTS.
Down my cheeks bitter tears incessant rain, / And my heart struggles with convulsive sighs, / When, Laura, upon you I turn my eyes, / For whom the world's allurements I disdain, / But when I see that gentle smile again, / That modest, sweet, and tender smile, arise, / It pours on every sense a blest surprise; / Lost in delight is all my torturing pain.