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Say not so! It grieves my heart to hear thee. Say not so.

I will not grieve thee then; I'll hold my tongue; But shall I feel the less?—Oh, had she lived!

Perhaps she had but caused thee greater sorrow; For how would'st thou have brook'd to see her hand, Had it so been, bestow'd upon another?

Why should I entertain a thought so painful? Yes, I can entertain it, and believe That, even as another's, it were happiness To see her yet alive; to see her still Looking as never eyes but hers did look; Speaking such words as she alone could speak, When heard no more, on the delighted fancy, Like chanted sweetness!—All is now extinct!— Like some base thing, unmeet for mortal eye,