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[I saw thee die, and yet I liv'd!]
TO ------.
I saw thee die, and yet I liv'd!
But what were thy worst pangs to mine?
Bliss, love! for though dull sense surviv'd,
I died a thousand deaths in thine.
But what were thy worst pangs to mine?
Bliss, love! for though dull sense surviv'd,
I died a thousand deaths in thine.
And though I breathe and gaze and stray,
My joy, my rest, my peace, have fled;
My mental life has pass'd away;
My hope, my heart, my soul, are dead!
My joy, my rest, my peace, have fled;
My mental life has pass'd away;
My hope, my heart, my soul, are dead!
Existence, motion, still are mine;
But they to senseless things are given,—
All, dear, that renders man divine,
Thought, feeling, are with thee in heaven.
But they to senseless things are given,—
All, dear, that renders man divine,
Thought, feeling, are with thee in heaven.
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