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Caught up the whole of love and utter'd it,
And bade adieu for ever.
⁠Live—yet live—
Shall sharpest pathos blight us, knowing all
Life needs for life is possible to will—
Live happy! tend thy flowers: be tended by
My blessing! Should my shadow cross thy thoughts
Too sadly for their peace, so put it back
For calmer hours in memory's darkest hold,
If unforgotten! should it cross thy dreams,
So might it come like one that looks content,
With quiet eyes unfaithful to the truth,
And point thee forward to a distant light,
Or seem to lift a burthen from thy heart
And leave thee freër, till thou wake refresh'd,
Then when the first low matin-chirp hath grown
Full quire, and morning driv'n her plow of pearl
Far furrowing into light the mounded rack,
Beyond the fair green field and eastern sea.