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XV.
Eudora trembled, though by tears relieved;—
It was so sudden, scarce could be believed.
An hour ago so tortured, now so blest!
In the past—anguish,—in the future—rest!
She wished no more than, thus, in chambers dim,
To gaze, love, listen, weep once more with him:
Day, midnight, eve, may roll unheeded now,
Too happy she to think if swift or slow;
Nor can the seasons, in their changes more
Brighten or chill;—the billow on the shore
Which lately broke, as with bewildered groan,
Has much of music in its loneliest tone,—
It seems to say, they are the only two
With whom earth, sky, and ocean have to do.
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