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With some reminder, when the night is chill,

Of thy dear presence, as, in winter-time,

The maiden moon, that tenderly doth climb

The lofty heavens, hath yet a beam to spare

For doleful wretches in their dungeon-lair;

E'en thus endow me in my chamber dim

With some reminder of thy face so fair!

iii.

Quit thou thy body while thou sleepest well

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And visit mine at midnight, by the spell

That knows not shame. For in the House of Sleep

All things are pure; and in the silence deep

I'll wait for thee, and thou, contrition-wise,

Wilt seek my couch and this that on it lies,

This frame of mine that lives for thee alone

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