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When wanting thy bright soul, the life of all? My only sunshine!—How can I bear on? How can we part? We that have loved so well, With clasping spirits linked so long by grief, By tears, by prayer?

Eugene.E'en therefore we can part, With an immortal trust, that such high love Is not of things to perish. Let me leave One record still of its ethereal flame Brightening thro' death's cold shadow. Once again, Stand with thy meek hands folded on thy breast, And eyes half veiled, in thine own soul absorbed, As in thy watchings, e'er I sink to sleep; And I will give the bending flower-like grace Of that soft form, and the still sweetness throned On that pale brow, and in that quivering smile Of voiceless love, a life that shall outlast Their delicate earthly being. There! thy head Bowed down with beauty, and with tenderness,