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How, dearest? canst thou kiss no more!

So short a time away from me, and yet,

To kiss thou couldst so soon forget!

Why on thy neck so anxious do I feel—

When formerly a perfect heaven of bliss

From thy dear looks and words would o'er me steal?

As thou wouldst stifle me thou then didst kiss!—

Kiss me!

Or I'll kiss thee! [She embraces him.] Woe! woe! Thy lips are cold— Are dumb! Thy love where hast thou left? Who hath me of thy love bereft?

[She turns away from him.]