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Soul, heart, and body, we thus singly name,
Are not in love divisible and distinct,
But each with each inseparably link'd.
One is not honour, and the other shame,
But burn as closely fused as fuel, heat, and flame.
They do not love who give the body and keep
The heart ungiven; nor they who yield the soul,
And guard the body. Love doth give the whole;
Its range being high as heaven, as ocean deep,
Wide as the realms of air or planet's curving sweep.
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When
we
two
parted
In
silence
and
tears,
Half
broken-hearted
To
sever
for
years,
Pale
grew
thy
cheek
and
cold,
Colder
thy
kiss;
Truly
that
hour
foretold
Sorrow
to
this.
The
dew
of
the
morning
Sunk
chill
on
my
brow--
It
felt
like
the
warning
Of
what
I
feel
now.
Thy
vows
are
all
broken,
And
light
is
thy
fame;
I
hear
thy
name
spoken,
And
share
in
its
shame.
They
name
thee
before
me,
A
knell
to
mine
ear;
A
shrudder
comes
o'er
me--
Why
wert
thou
so
dear?
They
know
not
I
knew
thee,
Who
knew
thee
so
well--
Long,
long
I
shall
rue
thee,
Too
deeply
to
tell.
In
secret
we
met--
In
silence
I
grieve,
That
thy
heart
could
forget,
Thy
spirit
deceive
If
I
should
meet
thee
After
long
years,
How
should
I
greet
thee?--
With
silence
and
tears.
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O
my
luve's
like
a
red,
red
rose.
That's
newly
sprung
in
June;
O
my
luve's
like
a
melodie
That's
sweetly
play'd
in
tune.
As
fair
art
thou,
my
bonnie
lass,
So
deep
in
luve
am
I;
And
I
will
love
thee
still,
my
Dear,
Till
a'the
seas
gang
dry.
Till
a'
the
seas
gang
dry,
my
Dear,
And
the
rocks
melt
wi'
the
sun:
I
will
luve
thee
still,
my
Dear,
While
the
sands
o'life
shall
run.
And
fare
thee
weel
my
only
Luve!
And
fare
thee
weel
a
while!
And
I
will
come
again,
my
Luve,
Tho'
it
were
ten
thousand
mile!
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