Eliza Acton

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We parted--thou wert borne afar,
Through lands of loveliness to range,
Thy guide and hope, that glorious star,
Which knows no dark'ning shade of change.

We parted--I remain'd alone
Where meteor-lights around me played,
And my mind took that heartless tone,
Which pain too soon to thine convey'd.

Again we met!--thine eye was cold
As friendship's alter'd eye could be;
And well its chilling glances told
How thou wert chang'd,--at least to me.

I knew that I had wrong'd thee much,
But other feelings waken'd when
I saw thee,--and I deem'd that such
Might in thy breast be lingering then.

And were they not?--and shall they ne'er
In all their earlier glow revive?--
I turn me to thy smile--and there
Feel half assur'd that still they live.

"Wav'ring! "--yes !--yes !--I own it so--
But not again !--at least if aught
Can fix affection's wandering flow,
'Twill be--the lesson thou hast taught!

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