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The Torment of ABSENCE.

I

What a tedious day is past!
Loving, thinking, wishing, weeping:
Gods! if this be not the last,
Take a life not worth my keeping.

II

Love, ye Gods, is Life alone!
In the length is little pleasure:
Be but ev'ry day Our-Own,
We shall ne'er complain of measure.