A Complaint
There is a change and I am poor; Your love hath been, nor long ago, A fountain at my fond heart's door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed Of its own bounty, or my need. What happy moments did I count! Blest was I then all bliss above! Now, for that consecrated fount Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I? shall I dare to tell? A comfortless and hidden well. A well of love it may be deep I trust it is, and never dry: What matter? if the waters sleep In silence and obscurity. Such change, and at the very door Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.
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"There is a change and I am poor;..."
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