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“Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus
Tam cari capitis ?”
Hor. Od I. xxiv. 1.

If I forget thee for awhile
Then, like some mournful strain,
Thine image seems to chide my smile
And o'er me comes again.
O'er each still hour it comes from far,
With thoughts of childish years,
Reflected, like a heavenly star,
In the deep fount of tears.
 
“What measure can there be to our laments
For one so dear?”