  So I have lost you. When the utter ache Shall fade at length to mere despondency What will the answer to this problem be? They say that nothing dies, that all we stake Brings some unknown return; what then shall make An adequate exchange for love, to see Your hand held out in friendship?—as for me The episode is ended, for life's sake. You want me still for that small joy I gave, But now it ends for you. I am not brave To love you seared; I have no happy days To brood upon at dusk, and so I claim, As all the wager that good fortune pays, Complete obliteration of your name. |
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