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My vows to thee for a mere summer day, But still to be unchang'd; it was most sweet To share thy sunlight of prosperity, Thine hours of brightness; now I only ask To share thy sorrow, and to be to thee All tenderness, and love, and constancy— A feeling, lighting up thy desolate heart; A fountain springing in the wilderness; Or as the breeze upon the fever'd brow, Soothing the pain it may not chase away.