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Reading edition
Never, oh never more! shall I behold Thy form so fair, Or loosen from its braids the rippling gold Of thy long hair.
Never, oh never more! shall I be blest By thy voice low, Or kiss, while thou art sleeping on my breast, Thy marble brow.
Never, oh never more! shall I inhale Thy fragrant sighs, Or gaze, with fainting soul, upon the veil Of thy bright eyes.