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Emotions past, as from a trance, 

 Again awake and flitting, glance 



Along the ice-bound heart ; 

 Ye Shadows of the Past ! in vain 

 Ye seek to warm to life again 



Or joy anew impart. 



Buried the hopes that once ye gave 

 Deep in the Past, Time s yawning grave, 



No longer ye decoy ; 

 Wilted and gone the flowers, too, 

 In lingering tribute, long that grew 



Above each buried joy. 



One single plant of love, alone 

 Survives, in solitary bloom, 



Ah ! may it ever last ! 

 Kitty ! thy love is ever found, 

 Creeping, like tender vine, around 



The column of the Past. 



(Though tis the fashion, set by Byron, 

 Past hopes and pleasures thus to sigh on, 



And draw them from their cloisters, 



