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diligentofficeworker
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There is a change and I am poor
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow
And flow it did, not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.
What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!
Now, for that consecrated fount
Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
What have I? shall I dare to tell?
A comfortless and hidden well.
A well of love it may be deep
I trust it is, and never dry:
What matter? if the waters sleep
In silence and obscurity.
Such change, and at the very door
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.