  S ince I know Hopeless of thy love I go, Since from me each dear delight takes flight: Ere we end Ways we might together wend, Ere the light from out mine eyes dies: Give some sign One regretful thought is thine, Lest I count my story told, overbold. For I hold, Time may yet some joy unfold, Joy such as the lifelong blind find; If entwined In the fabric of the mind, Dwells the memory of thy tear, dear! |
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