Be love, I love thee, Mary dear,
And cannot love again!
TO ADHEMAR.
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BY E. ANNA LEWIS.
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’Tis just one year ago, beloved, to-day,
Since, my pale hand between thy hands compressed,
I laid my burning brow upon thy breast,
Be love, I love thee, Mary dear,
And cannot love again!
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BY E. ANNA LEWIS.
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’Tis just one year ago, beloved, to-day,
Since, my pale hand between thy hands compressed,
I laid my burning brow upon thy breast,