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Comiato.
SONG, thou seest me as I am,
And me more than thou Petrarch sawst of old,
With an Heart than Ice more cold,
Ne're to be thaw'd I fear by any Flame,
But that which in 'its embrace the Universe shall hold.
Yet (Lo!) I am resolv'd again,
Once more the great Experiment to try,
Tho ne're liv'd Man in so much pain,
With Death, or in his Heart, or Eye.
But this my Trouble does renew,
That what I would, I cannot do,
And what I hate and would not, that I vigorously pursue.
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