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What ails my heart when thou art nigh? Why heaves the tender rising sigh? Ah tell me is it love? My breath in shorten'd pauses fly, I tremble, languish, & die, Dost thou these tremors prove? Does thy fond bosom beat for me Dost thou my form in absence see Still wishing to be near? Does melting languor fill thy breast? That something, which was ne'er exprest Ah tell me if you dare? But tho my soul soft fond & kind Could in thy arms a refuge find Secur'd from every woe Yet strict to honor's louder claims, A last Adieu alone remains 'Tis all the fates bestow. They blame me not, if doom'd to prove The endless pangs of hopeless love
