Ah no! my love knows no vain jealousy:
The rose that blooms and lives but in the sun,
Asks not what other flowers he shines upon,
If he but shine on her. Enough for me,
Thus in...
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Night closes round me, and wild threatening forms |
Go forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love; |
If the young mother clasp, for the first time, |
The enthusiast brooding in his cell apart |
The honey-bee that wanders all day long, |
The mountain lake, o'ershadowed by the hills, |
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