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130 I long for death—

For any thing—to be with thee!

I did inhale, alas! thy dying breath,

That it might have some power on me

To make me what thou art!—but, thou art dead!

And I am here!—it strengthened me instead!

Joy there is none—

It went into the grave with thee!

And Grief, because my spirit is alone,

Is all that comes to comfort me!

The very air I breathe is turned to sighs,

And all mine soul is melting from mine eyes!

I hear, at even,

The liquid carol of the birds;

Their music makes me think of thee in Heaven,

It is so much like thy sweet words.

The brooklet whispers, as it runs along,

Our first love-story with its liquid tongue.

Wake, Isa! wake!

And come back in this world again!

Oh! come down to me, for my soul's dear sake,

And cure me of this trying pain!

I would give all that earth to man can be,

If thou wert only in this world with me!