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Spindle Tree. 
YOUR IMAGE IS ENGRAVEN ON 
MY HEART. 
Sweet girl, though only once we met, 
That meeting I shall ne’er forget ; 
And though we ne’er may meet again, 
Remembrance will thy form retain. 
I would not say, “I love,” but still 
My senses struggle with my will ; 
In vain to drive thee from my breast, 
My thoughts are more and more represt 5 
In vain I check the rising sighs, 
Another to the last replies ; 
Perhaps this is not love, but yet 
Our meeting I can ne’er forget. 
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Since, oh! whate’er my future fate, 
Shall joy or woe my steps await, 
Tempted by love, by storms beset, 
Thine image I can ne’er forget. 
























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