With all this longing, all this fierce delight

Fear-fraught and famish'd for a suitor's right;

A right conceded for a moment's space

And then withdrawn as, amorous face to face,

I dared to clasp thee and to urge a troth

Too sovereign-sweet for one of Adam's race.

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I am a doom-entangled mirthless soul,

I

I

I

Without the power to rid me of the dole

Which, day by day, and nightly evermore

Corrodes my peace! Oh, smile, as once before,

At each wild thought and each discarded plea,

And let thy sentence, let thy suffrance be

That I be reckon'd till the day I die

The sad-eyed Singer of thy fame and thee!

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