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24 In sad remembrance that we once did meet,

And know that bliss irrevocably gone.

The spheres henceforth my elegy shall sing,

For elegy has other subject none;

Each strain of music in my ears shall ring

Knell of departure from that other one.

Make haste and celebrate my tragedy;

With fitting strain resound, ye woods and fields;

Sorrow is dearer in such case to me

Than all the joys other occasion yields.

Is 't then too late the damage to repair?

Distance, forsooth, from my weak grasp has reft

The empty husk, and clutched the useless tare,

But in my hands the wheat and kernel left.