Ah, ‘Love'! a lover's repeated mantra!
I see me mutter it, just now, very now,
sighing like a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes.
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I met that star, with my name on; I met
That twinkling star, a beacon, lovely one;
I met her in a hamlet—less spoiled—yet
We met when homeward sun his cart did run.
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