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