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THE BROOM. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart 
An instant sunshine to the heart, 
As if the soul that minute caught 
Some treasure it through life had sought. 
As if the very lips and eyes 
Predestined to have all our sighs, 
And never he forgot again. 
Sparkled and spoke before as then. 
So came thy every glance and tone 
When first on me they breathed and shone; 
New, as if brought from other spheres. 
Yet welcomed as if loved for years. 
Then fly with me, if thou hast known 
No other flame, nor falsely thrown 
A gem away, that thou hadst sworn 
Shouldst ever in thy heart be worn. 
Come, if the love thou hast for me 
Is pure and fresh as mine for thee ; 
Fresh as the fountain under ground. 
When first ’tis by the lapwing found. 
Moore’s “Lalla Rookh.” 
