[00:35.22]There is a change—and I am poor;
[00:39.66]Your love hath been, nor long ago,
[00:43.20]A fountain at my fond heart's door,
[00:46.99]Whose only business was to flow;
[00:50.48]And flow it did; not taking heed
[00:54.15]Of its own bounty, or my need.
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[01:05.76]What happy moments did I count!
[01:09.00]Blest was I then all bliss above!
[01:12.54]Now, for that consecrated fount
[01:16.25]Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
[01:19.84]What have I? shall I dare to tell?
[01:23.75]A comfortless and hidden well.
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[01:42.84]A well of love—it may be deep—
[01:46.12]I trust it is,—and never dry:
[01:49.08]What matter? if the waters sleep
[01:51.81]In silence and obscurity.
[01:55.53]—Such change, and at the very door
[01:58.10]Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.
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