Goldfinch (1)/Tho' love is warm awhile

Tho‘ love is warm awhile.

Though love is warm awhile,
Soon it grows cold;
Absence soon blights the smile,
When he grows old.
Dearest, thy love was mine,
My every thought was thine:
Thus did our hearts entwine,
Ere love was cold.

But could thy bosom prove
Faithful, my fair;
Could'st thou still fondly love,
Still absence bear?
Oh! it was sweet to be
Loved, as I was, by thee:
But if thou'rt lost to me,
Welcome ⟨despair⟩!

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