On _thy dear_ breast I'll lay my head,
Without _thee_! _where_ would be _my Heaven?_

_February_, 1803.

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TO ----

Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
Suffus'd in tears implore to stay;
And heard _unmov'd_, thy plenteous sighs,
Which said far more than words could say.

Though deep the grief, _thy_ tears exprest,
When love, and hope, lay _both_ o'erthrown,
Yet still, my girl, _this_ bleeding breast,
Throbb'd with deep sorrow, as _thine own_.

But when our cheeks with anguish glow'd,
When _thy_ sweet lips where join'd to mine;
The tears that from _my_ eye-lids flow'd,
Were lost in those which fell from _thine_.

Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek,
_Thy_ gushing tears had quench'd its flame,
And as thy tongue essay'd to speak,
In _sighs alone_ it breath'd my name.

And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,