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ELOISA

TO

ABELARD.

In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive, contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a Vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love!———From Abelard it came,
And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
 Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.

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