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Take hold of me; thy summoned strength, I fear, Ay, thou look'st round, as if in search of something?

They have removed it.

What have they removed?

The bed on which she lay. Oh, woe is me! The last time I was in this chamber, Marian, Becoming suddenly, from some slight cause, A passing sufferer, she laid my head On her own pillow, and her own soft hand Press'd me so gently; I was then the patient, And she the tender nurse. I little thought So short a timeAlas! my dear, dear friend!

Short time indeed for such a dismal change: I may not chide thy tears.

Here are the virginals on which she play'd;