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142 POEMS.
��IV.
��T X 7E cover thee, sweet face.
- V Not that we tire of thee,
But that thyself fatigue of us ;
Remember, as thou flee, We follow thee until
Thou notice us no more, And then, reluctant, turn away
To con thee o'er and o'er, And blame the scanty love
We were content to show, Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold
If thou would'st take it now.
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