Love's Prisoner
Full well I know the grief and smart
That is and will be mine:
Not vain your warning, O poor heart;
But still for love I pine.
From Heliodora fly' — But how?
I have nor strength nor shame.
The very thoughts that warn me glow
Enraptured at her name.
That is and will be mine:
Not vain your warning, O poor heart;
But still for love I pine.
From Heliodora fly' — But how?
I have nor strength nor shame.
The very thoughts that warn me glow
Enraptured at her name.
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