To .......'s Picture.
By Thomas Moore
Go then, if she, whose shade thou art, No more will let thee soothe my pain; Yet, tell her, it has cost this heart Some pangs, to give thee back again. Tell her, the smile was not so dear, With which she made the semblance mine, As bitter is the burning tear, With which I now the gift resign. Yet go--and could she still restore, As some exchange for taking thee. The tranquil look which first I wore, When her eyes found me calm and free; Could she give back the careless flow, The spirit that my heart then knew-- Yet, no, 'tis vain--go, picture, go-- Smile at me once, and then--adieu!
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