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To Caroline
Think`st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
Suffus`d in tears, implore to stay;
And heard unmov`d thy plenteous sighs,
Which said far more than words can say?
Though keen the grief thy tears exprest,
When love and hope lay both o`erthrown;
Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast
Throbb`d, with deep sorrow, as thine own.
But, when our cheeks with anguish glow`d,
When thy sweet lips were join`d to mine;
The tears that from my eyelids flow`d
Were lost in those which fell from thine.
Thou could`st not feel my burning cheek,
Thy gushing tears had quench`d its flame,
And, as thy tongue essay`d to speak,
In sighs alone it breath`d my name.
And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,
In vain our fate in sighs deplore;
Remembrance only can remain,
But that, will make us weep the more.
Again, thou best belov`d, adieu!
Ah! if thou canst, o`ercome regret,
Nor let thy mind past joys review,
Our only hope is, to forget!
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