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CANTO IV.] Although I found her thus, we did not part;

Perchance even dearer in her day of woe,

Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.

XIX.

I can repeople with the past—and of

The present there is still for eye and thought,

And meditation chastened down, enough;

And more, it may be, than I hoped or sought;

And of the happiest moments which were wrought

Within the web of my existence, some

From thee, fair Venice! have their colours caught:

There are some feelings Time can not benumb,

Nor Torture shake, or mine would now be cold and dumb.