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me, oh! leave me!—unto all below Thy presence binds me with too deep a spell; Thou mak'st those mortal regions, whence I go, Too mighty in their loveliness—farewell, That I may part in peace!

Leave me!—thy footstep, with its lightest sound, The very shadow of thy waving hair, Wakes in my soul a feeling too profound, Too strong for aught that loves and dies, to bear— Oh! bid the conflict cease!