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MEETING TO SEVER.
I.
Meeting to sever,Perchance to forget,
Would that we never,
Oh, never, had met.
Better, unseeing,
To come and depart,
Than linger in being,
Divided in heart.
II.
In that first meeting,My heart revels now,
Every pulse beating,
With rapture aglow:
But a moment, and terror
Takes place of delight;
We awake to the error,
And waking is blight!
III.
How can we severFrom feeling and troth?
'Twere an agony ever
In the future, for both!
Meeting in gladness,
To rapture so rare,
That parting is madness,
And Being despair!
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