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NECROMANCY.

Why didst thou let me deem thee lost for years,
Youth of my heart? And, now that I have shed
O'er thy false grave long-since-forgotten tears,
And put away my mourning for the dead,
And learn'd to live without thee half content,
What brings thee back alive, tho' in disguise?
For thou, with this fair stranger's beauty blent,
Art smiling on me thro' another's eyes.