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No! Friendship indeed may in tenderness fall, 
Like the silvery rays of the moon upon all, 
While unlike her pale beauty it still leaves behind, 
Some hue in the heart, and some mark in the 
mind. 
But mine, and mine only, that feeling must be, 
Which calls itself Love , and is offered to me; 
Like a star in the east, I must see it arise, 
And steadily climb to its place in the skies; 
My dream and my idol, by night and by day, 
With no gleam falling off in its proud upward way; 
Receiving the homage of beauty and worth, 
But casting no answering warmth back to earth. 
