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I contemplate all alone, The life that had been thine below, And fix my thoughts on all the glow To which thy crescent would have grown;

I see thee sitting crown'd with good, A central warmth diffusing bliss In glance and smile, and clasp and kiss, On all the branches of thy blood;

Thy blood, my friend, and partly mine; For now the day was drawing on, When thou should'st link thy life with one Of mine own house, and boys of thine

Had babbled 'Uncle' on my knee; But that remorseless iron hour Made cypress of her orange flower, Despair of Hope, and earth of thee.