I was a fair and youthful bride,

The kiss of love still burns upon my cheek,

He whom I worshipped, ever at my side,

--Him through the spirit realm in vain I seek.

Sweet faces turn their beaming eyes on mine;

Ah! not in these the wished-for look I read;

Still for that one dear human smile I pine;

Thou and none other!--is the lover's creed.

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