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's one scalding tear. And I stare from my window! The darkness, Like a bravo, his cloak throws on; The moon, like a hidden lanthorn, Glitters--or dagger drawn; All my heart cries out beseeching: "Strike here! strike and be gone!" 4. When friends are sighing Round one and one Nearer is lying, Nearer the sun, When one is dying And all is done; I may remember, You may forget Words, each an ember, Burning here yet-- In dead December One will regret. Love we have given, Over and o'er, All, who has driven Us from his door, Is he forgiven When he is poor? What if you wept once, What though he knew! What if he slept once! Still he was true, If he but kept once Something of you. Never forgetful, Love may forget; Froward and fretful, Child, he will fret; Ever regretful, He will regret. Love would be sweeter If we but knew; Lives be completer To themselves true; Hearts more in metre, Truth looking through. Flesh never near it, Being impure, Mind must endear it Making it sure-- Love in the spirit, That will endure. So when to-morrow Ceases and we Quit this we borrow, Mortality, Such chastens sorrow So it may see. There will be weeping, Weary and deep,-- God's be the keeping Of those that weep!-- When our loved, sleeping, Sleep their long sleep; Then they are dearer Than we're aware; Character clearer, Being more fair; Then they are nearer, Nearer by prayer. 5. They will not say I can not live beyond the weary night, But then I know that I shall die before comes morning's light. How frail is flesh!--but you 'll forgive me now I tell you how I loved you, love you; and the pain it gives to leave you now? This could not be on earth; the flesh, that clothes the soul of me-- Ordained at birth a sacrifice to this heredity-- Denied, forbade.--Ah, you have seen the bright spots in my cheeks Grow hectic, as before comes night blood dyes the sunset's streaks? Consumption. "But I promised you my love"--'t is left forlorn Of life God summons unto him, and is it then forsworn? Oh, I was glad in love of
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