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Eos:
An Epic of the Dawn, and Other Poems
By
Nicholas Flood Davin
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ABSENT.
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Fair
as the beauteous morning’s golden beam
That glowing steals o’er
dewy perfum’d flowers;
You come and linger in sad fancy’s dream,
And happy pain beguiles
the tortur’d hours,
I think you present—then my heart is glad;
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I
know you absent—then I fain would fly
To where you are—but must not—so I’m
sad—
And rapture dies; my soothest
song’s a sigh.
The chains of love are round me; I must love;
I cannot if I would, I would
not free
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Myself
from his delightful slavery.
Affection rears a prison round, above
My thought, and on the boundless, trackless sea,
Thy bondsman still, I’d still be thrall to
thee. [Page 130]
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