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Sttit} IS. 
ASPHODEL.— Unending Regret. 
0, could I feel as I bare felt, or be what I have 
been, 
Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a 
vanished scene, 
As springs in deserts found, seem sweet, though 
brackish still they be, 
So midst the withered waste of life, those tears would 
flow to me. Byron. 
Sub 14. 
BAY. — Fadeless Affection. 
I have loved thee on earth, and none other shall 
share 
The affection to which thou gav’st rise; 
To follow thee now will I only prepare, 
And meet thee again in the sides. Anon. 
Sub 15. 
BELLADONNA. — Loneliness. 
Lonely I am, even as a cloud 
That floats along the azure vault of heaven, 
In the mute midnight silently — 
My thoughts I may not tell, nor feelings speak — 
Dreams of other days flit through my brain, 
Mute as the shadow of a passing bird! Anon. 
