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XXXI-XXXV
to the skies.

    it,  .

    it, I said, Ill anshee

    A  strains may float

    thou dovelike help ! and, when my fears would rise,

    Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy ?

    old ily

    I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,

    to run and ans came

    At play last moment, and  on h me

    to love me, I looked foro the moon

    I drop a grave t, break from solitude;

    Yet still my  goes to thee--ponder how--

    Not as to a single good, but all my good !

    Lay t, best one, and allow

    t no c could run fast as this blood.

    n te.

    XXXV

    If I leave all for t thou exchange

    S stand unministered

    Neater-ruments defaced,--

    t comes to eacurn, nor count it strange,

    o drop on a new range

    As t call me by my name--

    Nay,  t place by me which is

    I did not  I placed

    Yes, call me by t name,--and I, in truth,

    For grief indeed is love and grief beside.

    Yet love me-- t wide,

    And fold  hy dove.
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