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 And see tears falling from me—as it seems— To fall on through a drear eternity.

But, hark, another voice! Whence comes it?—Whence? From here, beneath the pillow; yes, 'tis harsh And not like hers; but speaks a sweet thing—this: I swear for Her it shall be so: trust Me!

Ah, yes—my Love, my own, I answer you; I part with all the Past, forgive, deny, Refuse to see it. All my soul is yours; I never loved a moment in this world, But what was love was wholly meant for you. Yea, even before I saw you as you are, Or knew your name, the vaguest breaths of love Were but sent forward to me from the days When you should come, preparing me for you. I know in truth there never was a time Wherein I saw no part of you—nor sign To love you by; for all my sun, my light, My flowers, my world would be the saddest blank,