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Rh That was my girlhood, till I met with you, Since when, with leaden feet and heart on fire, Sowing desire but to reap disdain Through summer dust and winter's mire I glean'd Uncertain harvest of the stoney street, To find you now a broken, ill, old man, Myself a woman worn with miseries; Had I not found you, from Virginia Plantation flying, never more for me Had lighted lattice and a hearth aglow Held out a welcome, I was near to death, You took me in, and that shall plead for you, Against your sentence, at the last assize!

I ask no advocate to plead for me But for myself will answerthere, Lenore, We will not talk of dying, but of life Our life that shall be in the years to come. A happy life in Europe! We will dwell