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, wast thou with me, dearest, then, While I rose up against my doom, And strove to burst the folded gloom, To bare the eternal Heavens again,

To feel once more, in placid awe, The strong imagination roll A sphere of stars about my soul, In all her motion one with law;

If thou wert with me, and the grave Divide us not, he with me now, And enter in at breast and brow, Till all my blood, a fuller wave.

Be quicken'd with a livelier breath, And like an inconsiderate boy, As in the former fash of joy, I slip the thoughts of life and death;