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LINES SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN ADDRESSED TO FANNY BRAWNE
This living hand, now warm and capableOf earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would[st] wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm'd—see here it is—
I hold it towards you.
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