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Colored Chrysanthemum. — ‘ Unceasing Love ’ 
1 Cease not to think of me.’ 
I could not hush that constant theme, 
Of hope and reverie ; 
For every day and nightly dream, 
Whose lights across my dark brain gleam, 
Is filled with thee! 
I could not bid those visions spring 
Less frequently; 
For each wild phantom which they bring, 
Moving along on Fancy’s wing, 
But pictures thee! 
