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Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
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Which I gaze on so fondly today,
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Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
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Live fairy-gifts fading away
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Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
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Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
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And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
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Would entwine itself verdantly still.
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It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
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And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
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That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
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To which time will but make thee more dear.
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No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
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But as truly loves on to the close:
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As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
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The same look which she turned when he rose. |
