TO ———.
Can my light smile bring back again Long-buried scenes of joy to thee?Can my poor presence wean anew The scattered links of memory?Ah,no! 'tis but reflected light That plays around thy heart for me;Reflected from a blissful past— A past now immortality.
Then think not in my smile to find A balm for thy heart's buried woe;The harp that played the tune of love For thee was broken long ago.'T is vanished now, and with it fled The love thou canst not feel again;The music now within thy heart Is but the echo of that strain.
Not mine the power to wake anew The broken harp of olden time;
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