Still Thou Fliest.
By Thomas Moore
Still thou fliest, and still I woo thee, Lovely phantom,--all in vain; Restless ever, my thoughts pursue thee, Fleeting ever, thou mock'st their pain. Such doom, of old, that youth betided, Who wooed, he thought, some angel's charms, But found a cloud that from him glided,-- As thou dost from these outstretched arms. Scarce I've said, "How fair thou shinest," Ere thy light hath vanished by; And 'tis when thou look'st divinest Thou art still most sure to fly. Even as the lightning, that, dividing The clouds of night, saith, "Look on me," Then flits again, its splendor hiding.-- Even such the glimpse I catch of thee.
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