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Has bound together, and hereafter aid
In trivial expression, that have been
So hideously dignified?-Would God
That tearing you apart would tear the thread
I strung you on! Would God-O God, my mind
Stretches asunder on this merciless rack
Of imagery! 0, let me sleep a while!
Would I could sleep, and wake to find me back
In that sweet summer afternoon with you
Summer? 'Tis summer still by the calendar!
How easily could God, if He so willed,
Set back the world a little turn or two!
Correct its griefs, and brings its joys again!

We were so wholly one I had not thought

That we could die apart. I had not thought

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