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SONNETS, ' FORGETFULNESS: Too long forgotten, welcome.once adn ' To thy sad shrine within this lonely breast; I hate myself, that I so lon could rest Unmindful of thee. Oh, in vain--in vain Have I believed,'with wild 'o'eiheited'brain, I could love aught but thee. Dear outraged guest, Return once more, where nought shall' now molest Thee, the sweet partner bfmy joy, or pain. Fis the last madness of despairing love To court forgetfulness; and, oh, how much Must the poor bosom, in it's anguish, prove,. How long be tortured, ere it fly to such ! But, ah, it finds this cannot peace restore, And still to it's loved torment turns once more.