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4.
Sitting by my side,
 At my feet,
So he breathed the air I breathed,
 Satisfied!
I, too, at love's brim
 Touched the sweet:
I would die if death bequeathed
 Sweet to him.

5.
"Speak, I love thee best!"
 He exclaimed.
"Let thy love my own foretell,—"
 I confessed:
"Clasp my heart on thine
 Now unblamed,
Since upon thy soul as well
 Hangeth mine!"