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[And shall we part without a parting kis?]
And shall we part without a parting kiss?Must all the love I bore thee, all that thou
Didst swear to me, untrammelled, vow on vow,
Ebb to this lowness, come at last to this?
A thousand fears have crossed my dream of bliss;
And in the very blush and early glow
Of budding passion, I was stricken low
By boding fancies, lest our love should miss
A happy goal by its too eager start.
Yet, come what might, I should have boldly sworn
That if we parted, howsoe'er forlorn
Our future lot, or cruel the present smart,
Or what wild acts of passion might be born
From our despair, that thus we would not part.
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