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Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,
While I rose up against my doom,
And strove to burst the folded gloom,
To bare the eternal Heavens again,
To feel once more, in placid awe,
The strong imagination roll
A sphere of stars about my soul,
In all her motion one with law;
If thou wert with me, and the grave
Divide us not, he with me now,
And enter in at breast and brow,
Till all my blood, a fuller wave.
Be quicken'd with a livelier breath,
And like an inconsiderate boy,
As in the former fash of joy,
I slip the thoughts of life and death;
