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XV.

[Half of my life I yet possess]

Half of my life I yet possess,
The other half is flown:
To love or death—I cannot guess,
But certainly, it's gone.

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Ah me, I fear to that lov'd maid
The fugitive draws nigh,
From whom so frequently I bade
The flutt'ring fool to fly:
For well alas—too well I know,
What usage there 'twill prove:
In scorn return'd, beset with woe,
And murder'd half with love!