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 That ever mine unquivering lips Shall name the name he bore: I know that I may cease to weep, And therefore weep the more!

Say, Time, who slew mine happiness, Will leave to me my woe; And woe's own stony strength shall chain These tears' impassion'd flow: Or say, that these, my ceaseless tears, May life to death restore; For then my soul were wept away, And I should weep no more!

To weep awhile beside the bier, Whereon his ashes lie, Is well!—I know that rains must fall When clouds are in the sky: