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HELIOTROPE, 
HELIOTROPIUM. 
Devotion. 
i Gazz on my cheek, 
And let its hue, when thou art near, my heart’s 
devotion speak ; 
Look on my dim and tearful eye, my pale and 
rigid brow, 
And list my wild, unbidden sigh — what need of 
pledge or vow? ANON. 
I BEHOLD her 
With adoration — feast my eye, while all 
My other senses starve ; and oft frequenting 
The place which she makes happy with her 
presence, 
I ne’er yet had power, with tongue or pen, 
To move her to compassion, or make known 
What ’tis I languish for; yet I must gaze still, 
Though it increase my flame. 
MassincEr’s ‘ BasnHrunt Lover.’ 
Sue: was a form of life and light, 
That seen, became a part of sight; 
And rose, where’er [turned mine eye, 
The morning star of memory! Byron. 

