To D-
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In thee I fondly hoped to clasp
- A friend whom death alone could sever;
Till envy, with malignant grasp,
- Detach’d thee from my breast for ever.
True, she has forced thee from my breast,
- Yet in my heart thou keep’st thy seat;
There, there thine image still must rest,
- Until that heart shall cease to beat.
And when the grave restores her dead,
- When life again to dust is given,
On thy dear breast I’ll lay my head—-
- Without thee where would be my heaven?
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