"The truest love that ever heart
Felt at its kindled core,
Did through each vein, in quickened start,
The tide of being pour.
"Her coming was my hope each day,
Her parting was my pain;
The chance that did her steps delay
Was ice in every vein.
"I dreamed it would be nameless bliss,
As I loved, loved to be;
And to this object did I press
As blind as eagerly.
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