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XXIX. A REPLY.
“How canst thou ask to have long letters from me,When thou art far away? My thoughts and hopes
And dreamings thou still read'st with love-learn'd eye,
And they change not; that no variety
May give relief to my heart-heavy words;
And thou wilt tire of sameness.”—So the birds
Might to the lone Earth sing when spring is gone,
Summer and autumn too, and winter opes
His cold eyes o'er the world: but 'tis their voice,
Piping to her lorn ear at intervals,
That bids her in her lonely plight rejoice
And dream on future greetings. Do not doom me
To restless doubt; but let the dew which falls
From Love's full pen cheer my Life's floweret lone!
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