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There, Thou!—whose Love and Life together fled,

Have left me here to love and live in vain—

Twined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead

When busy Memory flashes on my brain?

Well—I will dream that we may meet again,

And woo the vision to my vacant breast:

If aught of young Remembrance then remain,

Be as it may Futurity's behest,dw For me 'twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest!