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I fear my power impotent

To hold you leal and full content,

Some hapless look or word perchance

Dispels the glamour of romance;

I tremble lest some stranger fair

Arrest you⁠—cause you to compare

The meagre charms which I possess

With some resplendent loveliness.

How far removed from Youth’s command

The trembling sceptre in my hand,

As miserly within the glass

I mark Love’s fleeting hours pass.