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XXXVIII.

[A time will come when absence, grief, and years]

A time will come when absence, grief, and years,
Shall change the form and voice that please you now,
When you perplext shall ask, “And fell my tears
Into his bosom? breath'd I there my vow?”
It must be so, Ianthe! but to think
Malignant Fate should also threaten you,
Would make my heart, now vainly buoyant, sink:
Believe it not: 'tis what I'll never do.