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LEEP, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,"  Forsakes me, while the chill and sullen blast,    As my sad soul recalls its sorrows past, Seems like a summons bidding me prepare For the last sleep of death—Murmuring I hear    The hollow wind around the ancient towers, While night and silence reign; and cold and drear    The darkest gloom of Middle Winter lours; But wherefore fear existence such as mine,    To change for long and undisturb'd repose? Ah! when this suffering being I resign    And o'er my miseries the tomb shall close, By her, whose loss in anguish I deplore, I shall be laid, and feel that loss no more!