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46 Lie down and be forgotten in the dust,

I and the modest Partners of my days

Making a silent company in death;

Love, knowledge, all my manifold delights,

All buried with me without monument

Or profit unto any but ourselves!

It must not be, if I, divinely taught,

Be privileged to speak as I have felt

Of what in man is human or divine.

While yet an innocent little one, with a heart

That doubtless wanted not its tender moods,

I breathed (for this I better recollect)

Among wild appetites and blind desires,

Motions of savage instinct my delight

And exaltation. Nothing at that time

So welcome, no temptation half so dear