rkling fountains dance in light,Yet without thee all is night. When my midnight couch I take,And from broken slumbers wake,Dreams of bliss a vision leaveOf the one for whom I grieve. When the morning greets my eyes,Rosy tints, that paint the skies,Pencil but thy blushing face,Lit with smiles and…
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