Of tongue-tied fancies have my soul beset.

I will not hint at fealty or the fret

Of lips untrue, or anger thee therein,

Or call to mind one word thou wouldst forget.

v.

I should withhold my raptures were I wise,

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I should not vex thee with my many sighs,

Or claim one tear from thee, though 'tis my due.

I should be silent. I should cease to sue!

Sorrow should teach me what I fail'd to learn

In days gone by; and cross'd at every turn

By some new doubt, new-born of my desires,

I should suppress the pangs with which I burn.

vi.

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I am an outcast from the land of love

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