Themes and Variations/Concluded

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CONCLUDED.

Eliot.—Farewell then to a heart that cannot trust!
  Farewell to one who for a moment’s blame
 Severs me from her love with thoughts unjust;
  Far better so—we could not be the same.

 Once (as I thought) I had a gentle friend,
  Her eyes were ever full of mirthful speech;
 I dreamed she would be faithful to the end;
  Love’s lesson, surely, she was made to teach.

 But she is changed, and I must leave the place
  Where some few happy hours were given away;
 Now for the last I look upon your face—
  Was it the wind?—or did you whisper—‘Stay!’

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