Else what lingers upon my fancy like her pretty smile; the very aftermost of morning stars, which is by the pressing day veiled from my guessing, and delights then some other sky? Brief is the parting, for come the hour prevails still evening, and with it returns all the enthralling little gems of thought, and thee.

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