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246 FROM "THE SORROWS OF YOUNG WERTHER"

 TRILOGY OF PASSION.

more, then, much-wept shadow, thou dost dare Boldly to face the day's clear light, To meet me on fresh blooming meadows fair, And dost not tremble at my sight. Those happy times appear returned once more, When on one field we quaffed refreshing dew, And, when the day's unwelcome toil were o'er, The farewell sunbeams blessed our ravished view; Fate bade thee go,—to linger here was mine,— Going the first, the smaller loss was thine.

