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564 How the long night flags lovelessly and slowly,

And my head droops over thee like the willow!

3.

Oh! thou, my sad and solitary Pillow!

Send me kind dreams to keep my heart from breaking,

In return for the tears I shed upon thee waking;

Let me not die till he comes back o'er the billow.

4.

Then if thou wilt—no more my lonely Pillow,

In one embrace let these arms again enfold him,

And then expire of the joy—but to behold him!

Oh! my lone bosom!—oh! my lonely Pillow! [First published, Works of Lord Byron, 1832, xiv. 357.]

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