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Whene'er we meet my blushes rise, And mantle through my purpled cheek, But yet no blush to mine replies, Nor e'en your eyes your love bespeak.
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Your voice alone declares your flame, And though so sweet it breathes my name, Our pa.s.sions still are not the same; Alas! you cannot love like me.
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For e'en your lip seems steep'd in snow, And though so oft it meets my kiss, It burns with no responsive glow, Nor melts like mine in dewy bliss.
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Ah! what are words to love like _mine_, Though uttered by a voice like thine, I still in murmurs must repine, And think that love can ne'er be _true_,
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Which meets me with no joyous sign, Without a sigh which bids adieu; How different is my love from thine, How keen my grief when leaving you.
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Your image fills my anxious breast, Till day declines adown the West, And when at night, I sink to rest, In dreams your fancied form I view.
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'Tis then your breast, no longer cold, With equal ardour seems to burn, While close your arms around me fold, Your lips my kiss with warmth return.
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Ah! would these joyous moments last; Vain HOPE! the gay delusion's past, That voice!--ah! no, 'tis but the blast, Which echoes through the neighbouring grove.
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But when _awake_, your lips I seek, And clasp enraptur'd all your charms, So chill's the pressure of your cheek, I fold a statue in my arms.
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If thus, when to my heart embrac'd, No pleasure in your eyes is trac'd, You may be prudent, fair, and _chaste_, But ah! my girl, you _do not love_.
[Footnote 1: These lines, which appear in the Quarto, were never republished.]
TO EMMA. [1]
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Since now the hour is come at last, When you must quit your anxious lover; Since now, our dream of bliss is past, One pang, my girl, and all is over.
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Alas! that pang will be severe, Which bids us part to meet no more; Which tears me far from _one_ so dear, _Departing_ for a distant sh.o.r.e.
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Well! we have pa.s.s'd some happy hours, And joy will mingle with our tears; When thinking on these ancient towers, The shelter of our infant years;
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Where from this Gothic cas.e.m.e.nt's height, We view'd the lake, the park, the dell, And still, though tears obstruct our sight, We lingering look a last farewell,
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O'er fields through which we us'd to run, And spend the hours in childish play; O'er shades where, when our race was done, Reposing on my breast you lay;
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Whilst I, admiring, too remiss, Forgot to scare the hovering flies, Yet envied every fly the kiss, It dar'd to give your slumbering eyes:
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See still the little painted _bark_, In which I row'd you o'er the lake; See there, high waving o'er the park, The _elm_ I clamber'd for your sake.