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The Bliss Of Absence.

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DRINK, oh youth, joy's purest ray     From thy loved one's eyes all day,     And her image paint at night!     Better rule no lover knows,     Yet true rapture greater grows,     When far sever'd from her sight.     Powers eternal, distance, time,     Like the might of stars sublime,     Gently rock the blood to rest,     O'er my senses softness steals,     Yet my bosom lighter feels,     And I daily am more blest.     Though I can forget her ne'er,     Yet my mind is free from care,     I can calmly live and move;     Unperceived infatuation     Longing turns to adoration,     Turns to reverence my love.     Ne'er can cloud, however light,     Float in ether's regions bright,     When drawn upwards by the sun,     As my heart in rapturous calm.     Free from envy and alarm,     Ever love I her alone!

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