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| IF I could have put you in my heart, | |
| If but I could have wrapped you in myself, | |
| How glad I should have been! | |
| And now the chart | |
| Of memory unrolls again to me | 5 |
| The course of our journey here, before we had to part. | |
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| And oh, that you had never, never been | |
| Some of your selves, my love, that some | |
| Of your several faces I had never seen! | |
| And still they come before me, and they go, | 10 |
| And I cry aloud in the moments that intervene. | |
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| And oh, my love, as I rock for you to-night, | |
| And have not any longer any hope | |
| To heal the suffering, or make requite | |
| For all your life of asking and despair, | 15 |
| I own that some of me is dead to-night. | |
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