“But hark! My pulse, like a soft drumBeats my approach, tells thee I come;And, slow howe’er my marches be,I shall at last sit down by thee.The thought of this bids me go on,And wait my dissolutionWith hope and comfort. Dear! (forgiveThe crime) I am content to liveDivided, with but half a heart,Till we shall meet and never part.”

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