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 But the words rest unread, since I shrank from the definite touch Putting fate to the proof, in the letters I never shall send.

And you ask for your share, in surprise, as you see my tears fall. But there isn't a sentence to spare, or a line I would lend: They shall go 'neath the daisy quilt with me, each letter and all, For Death must still leave me the letters I never shall send!