SONG.

Oh, yes! I always dream of her,

But never breathe her name;

Her spirit always dwells with me,

By night, by day the same!

The cheerful smile no more is mine;

I sorrow and regret;

I strive in vain to banish love,

But still I can't forget.

My friends may try to rally me,

And chase my grief away;

I smile in sadness while they laugh,

But heed not what they say.

They must not know how deep I love,

Nor win my secret yet;

And when I smile amid the scene,

'Tis not that I forget.

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My lips can never break the spell;

Her name is buried here!

And yet perchance she may bedew

My coffin with a tear!

But if in climes away from her

The sun of life should set,

Her name will quiver on my lip,

When I the world forget.