Poem by William Gilmore Simms

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Oh, bid me not, with smiling eye,
  Relate the cause of all my pain,
For when you smile, alas! I sigh,
  And when you're said, I sigh again.

The smile, the sigh, from thee that flows,
  Must still a source of anguish be;—
Unless the smile, to bless me, glows,
  Unless the sigh is breathed for me. 

1. By the Swanannoa
2. Song Bird and Flower
3. The Brooklet
4. Song in March
5. The Swamp Fox

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