To be the proud possessor of a grief.

It comforts me. It gives me more relief

Than pleasures give; and, spirit-like in air,

It re-invokes the peace that was so brief.

ii.

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It speaks of thee. It keeps me from the lake

I

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Which else might tempt me; and for thy sweet sake

I shun all evil. I am calmer now

Than when I wooed thee, calmer than the vow

Which made me thine, and yet so fond withal

I start and tremble at the wind's footfall.

Is it the wind? Or is it mine own past

Come back to life to lure me to its thrall?

iii.

I long to rise and seek thee where thou art

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