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61 "What is it with thee, love?" I said: No word, no look, no motion! yes, There was a change, but spare to guess, Nor let that moment's hope be told. I looked, and knew that he was dead, And fell, as the eagle on the plain Falls when life deserts her brain, And the mortal lightning is veiled again.

O that I were now dead! but such Did they not, love, demand too much Those dying murmurs? He forbade. O that I once again were mad! And yet, dear Rosalind, not so, For I would live to share thy woe. Sweet boy, did I forget thee too? Alas, we know not what we do When we speak words.

No memory more Is in my mind of that sea shore. Madness came on me, and a troop