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 "Or will one beam be less intense, When thy peculiar difference Is cancell'd in the world of sense?"

I would have said, "Thou canst not know," But my full heart, that work'd below, Rain'd thro' my sight its overflow.

Again the voice spake unto me: "Thou art so steep'd in misery, Surely 'twere better not to be.

"Thine anguish will not let thee sleep, Nor any train of reason keep: Thou canst not think, but thou wilt weep."

I said, "The years with change advance: If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.