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 But every time and place will be   With thy remembrance fraught! Farewell! we have not often met— We may not meet again; But on my heart the seal is set Love never sets in vain! Fruitless as constancy may be, No chance, no change, may turn from thee One who has loved thee wildly, well— But whose first love-vow breathed—farewell.

  And lays which only told of love In all its varied sorrowing, The echoes of the broken heart, Were all the songs I now could sing. 