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Farewell, farewell. I do resign All hope of love—all early claim; I only ask that I may pine Upon the memory of thy name.

Alas! I linger ere I go, So drowning wretches grasp the wave; I cannot quite endure to throw The last cold earth on young Love's grave.

No more; another word would be   A prayer to keep me still thine own. So long my heart has beat for thee, How can it beat at once alone?

Farewell,—it is the heart's farewell,— My summer-shine of love past o'er,