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Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below Attracts thee thus and makes thee stream and flow, And wind and curl, and wink and smile, Shifting thy gate and guile; Though thy close commerce nought at all imbars My present search, for eagles eye not star...

'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a churchyard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground,
Because the wretched man himself had slain,
His love was such a grievous pain