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DOST thou not feel some longing in thy breast For an affection that on earth must play The part of Heaven’s imitation, yea, The power on which true love must surely rest? How willingly would I thy spirit wrest From its cold prison house, and wake to-day Some sentiment in thee, that should not say My love was but a visionary quest! What power can make thee understand, that I Do feel for thee all Heaven and Hell combined In one magnificent emotion here, And that thou mightest profit well thereby, Couldst thou but recognize the love confined Within thy heart, and cause it to appear?