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NARCISSUS — FALSE, 
NARCISSUS PSEUDO-NARCISSUS. 
Delusive Hope. 
THE deep, the long, the dreaming hours 
That I have passed with thee, 
When thou hadst not a single thought 
Of how thou wert with me. 
j heard thy voice, I spoke again, 
I gazed upon thy face ; 
And never scene of actual life 
Could bear a deeper trace. 
Then all that fancy conjured up, 
And made thee look and say, 
‘Till IT have loathed reality, 
That chased such dreams away. 
Alas! this is vain, fond, and false ; 
Thy heart is not for me; 
And, knowing this, how can I waste 
My very soul on thee? 
L. E. LAnpDon. 

