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SONNET IV.
[Erst when I wander'd far from those I lov'd]
Erst when I wander'd far from those I lov'd,If weariness o'ertook me, if my heart
Heav'd big with sympathy, and ach'd t'impart
Its secret treasures, much have I been mov'd
Thinking of those most dear; and I have known
The task how welcome, feelingly to pour
Of youthful phantasies th' eccentric store
Thro' the warm line: nor didst thou seldom own
The tender gratulation, earliest Friend!
And now when heavily the lone hours roll
Stealeth an Image on my cheated soul
No other than Thyself! and I would send
Tidings of love—till the mind starts from sleep
As it had heard thy knell!—I pause, and weep!
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