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146. Would I had the power to bring thy wife up to the light from the halls of death, and confer this kindness on thee!

. Right well I know thou wouldst. But what of that? The dead can never come to life again.

. Do not exceed the mark, but bear thy grief with moderation.

. 'Tis easier to advise than to suffer and endure.

. Yet what thy gain, if thou for aye wilt mourn?

. I too know that myself, but some strange yearning leads me on.

. Love for the dead compels a tear.

. Her death was mine, more than any words of mine can tell.

. Thou hast lost a noble wife; who shall gainsay it?

. Life henceforth hath lost all charm for me.

. Time will soothe the smart; as yet thy grief is young.

. "Time!" use that word, if death and time are one.

. A new wife and a longing for a fresh marriage will stay thy sorrow.

. Peace! What words are thine? I ne'er of thee had thought it.

. What! wilt never wed, but preserve thy widowed slate?

. There is no woman living that shall share my couch.

. Dost think that this will help the dead at all?

. My reverence she deserves, where'er she is.

. I praise thee, yes but still thou bringest on thyself the charge of folly.

. So that thou never call'st me bridegroom, praise me if thou wilt.