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SCENE XII.
Constantiaalone.
Time o'er me flies with pitying wings,
But Time to me no comfort brings:
Though trees and rocks with years decay,
My sorrows ne'er shall pass away.
But Time to me no comfort brings:
Though trees and rocks with years decay,
My sorrows ne'er shall pass away.
Still here I live, and mourn in vain
A life of slow-consuming pain.
O! let me yield at once my breath,
And lay me gently down in death.
A life of slow-consuming pain.
O! let me yield at once my breath,
And lay me gently down in death.
While absence hence, in thoughtless innocence
My Sylvia wanders, let this hand resume
Its melancholy labour.
[returns to her work.
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