LVI.

Dearest friend, thou art in love,

Tortured with new woes thou art;

Darker grows it in thy brain,

Lighter grows it in thy heart.

Dearest friend, thou art in love,

Though thou hast not yet confessed.

I can see thy flaming heart

Burn already through thy vest.

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