love’s token-flowers. 
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Met ever meet their chilling beam, 
Like moonlight o’er a frozen stream : 
To hang upon the words that fall 
Prom lips we love, in vain 
Some hidden meaning to recall, 
Some shadowy hope to gain, 
To treasure every sigh and smile, 
Yet find fresh food for grief the while : 
Is not this misery 1 Yet this 
Has -vyorn my heart away ; 
Then tell not o’er thy hopes of bliss, 
Mine bloomed but to decay, 
Like wind-sown flowers in some deep cave 
Their gloomy birthplace was their grave. 
Methinks my life has been so drear, 
That e’en should fortune give 
All that would be on earth most dear, 
I scarce could wish to live ; 
My heart has been so worn with sighs, 
It could not breathe hope’s melodies. 
