Restless in thought, disturbed in mind, Short sleeps, deep sighs, ah! much I fear The inevitable time assigned by fate To love's approaching near. When the dear object present is, My fluttering soul is all on fire, His sight's a heaven of happiness And, if he stays, no, no, I can't retire. Tell me, someone in love well read, If these be symptoms of that pain; Alas, I fear my heart is fled, Enslaved to love, and love in vain.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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