Poem No 19
I loved a maid, a blue eyed maid
As fair a maid can e'er be, O.
But she, oft with disdain repaid
My fondness and affection O.
For her I sighed and e'er shall sigh
Tho she shall ne'er be mine, O.
For this sad heart's starless sky
None but herself can light, O.
Poem no: 19
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