  “I burn my soul away!” So spake the Rose and smiled; “within my cup All day the sunbeams fall in flame, all day They drink my sweetness up!” “I sigh my soul away!” The Lily said; “all night the moonbeams pale Steal round and round me, whispering in their play An all too tender tale!” “I give my soul away!” The Violet said; “the West wind wanders on, The North wind comes; I know not what they say, And yet my soul is gone!” O Poet, burn away Thy fervent soul! fond Lover at the feet Of her thou lovest, sigh! dear Christian, pray, And let the world be sweet! |
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