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LXIV. MY WIFE'S PORTRAIT.
Lovely one! lovely one! vanished for ever,But fresh in my heart evermore,
I gaze on thy soul-speaking likeness,
And strive, in my thought, to restore
The beauty and grace that are hidden
In Death's evanescent eclipse,
And cheat my fond eyes by believing
I see the sweet smile on thy lips.
I kiss them,—as if they were living
With mine to commingle their breath—
And feel in the strength of my weakness
That love is the Master of Death.
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