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 Has bound together, and hereafter aid In trivial expression, that have been So hideously dignified?—Would God That tearing you apart would tear the thread I strung you on! Would God—O God, my mind Stretches asunder on this merciless rack Of imagery! 0, let me sleep a while! Would I could sleep, and wake to find me back In that sweet summer afternoon with you Summer? 'Tis summer still by the calendar! How easily could God, if He so willed, Set back the world a little turn or two! Correct its griefs, and brings its joys again! We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought