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Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow, Led thro' a said variety of woe: Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.

Ev'n so, with all submission, I . . . . Send you each year a homely letter, Who may return me much a better.

And oft the pangs of absence to remove By letters, soft interpreters of love.

I will touch My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly; And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine My message will go kissingly to thine, With more than Fancy's load of luxury, And prove a true love-letter.