Perhaps I'll see you, so shall I see you with rapture
While living is tender and Time is still a boy?
They were years of love, their length made to be forgotten
By reminiscing distance, as if they were days.
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No, Barmec! Time hath never shown
So sad a change of wayward fate;
Nor sorrowing mortals ever known
A grief so true, a loss so great.
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A pair of right hands and a single dim eye
Must form not a man, but a monster, they cry:
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To scorn me thus because I'm poor!
Canst thou a liberal hand upbraid
For dealing round some worthless ore ?
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