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“Let him who woos not health nor joy,
Till lost are both the treasures,
My heart held love as childish toy,
Nor cared to sip its pleasures.
“But follow’d by the form so fair,
I saw it on each billow;
I saw it float in empty air—
It hover’d o’er my pillow.
“And e’en when hardy deeds I wrought,