The poem
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O’ that innocent face doth keep A lot of dry wishes in bosom deep Those silent lips seem’d to let Some parching words to leap
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Did reflect those shining eyes? Stranger’s face and persoonal sighs Whose ragged robe unveiled? Still the sun of separation did rise
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Who was the being do you know? Though her drooping face did show Dark speckles of deflated days But spoke she not to keep thy glow
Submitted by Anjum Aziz Abbas
