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Poems

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Oh, sunny Love! Crowned with fresh flowering May, Breath like the Indian clove, Eyes like the dawn of day; Oh, sunny Love!

Oh, fatal Love! Thy robe wreath is nightshade all, With gloomy cypress wove, Thy kiss is bitter gall, Oh, fatal Love!

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