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36 Yet oft my doubting Soul 'twill shake;

Ev'n Slumber owns its gentle tone,

Till Consciousness will vainly wake

To listen, though the dream be flown.

4. Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep,

Thou art but now a lovely dream;

A Star that trembled o'er the deep,

Then turned from earth its tender beam.

But he who through Life's dreary way

Must pass, when Heaven is veiled in wrath,

Will long lament the vanished ray

That scattered gladness o'er his path. December 8, 1811. [First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).]

ONE STRUGGLE MORE, AND I AM FREE.

1. struggle more, and I am free

From pangs that rend my heart in twain;

One last long sigh to Love and thee,

Then back to busy life again.

It suits me well to mingle now

With things that never pleased before:

Though every joy is fled below,

What future grief can touch me more?

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