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! for ever gone, When love's young torch with beams of rapture shone,
When she had felt her heart's impassioned swell, And almost deem'd her
Leon loved as well; There had she sat, beneath the evening skies, Felt
his warm kiss and heard his murmur'd sighs; Hung on his breast,
caressing and carest, Her husband smiled, and Ellinor was blest. And
when his injured country's rights to shield, Blazed his red banner on
the battle field, There had she lingered in the shadows dim, And sat
till morning watch and thought of him; And wept to think that she might
not be there, His toils, his dangers, and his wounds to share. And when
the foe had bowed beneath his brand, And to his home he led his
conquering band, There she first caught his long-expected face, And
sprung to smile and weep in his embrace. These scenes of bliss across
her memory fled, Like lights that haunt the chambers of the dead, She
saw the bower, and read the image there Of joys that had been, and of
woes that were; She clench'd her hand in agony, and cast A glance of
tears upon it as she past, A look of we