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I loved-alas! our life is love; / But when we cease to breathe and move / I do suppose love ceases too. / I thought, but not as now I do, / Keen thoughts and bright of linked lore, / Of all that men had thought before. / And all that Nature shows, and more.
And still I love and still I think, / But strangely, for my heart can drink / The dregs of such despair, and live, / And love;... / And if I think, my thoughts come fast, / I mix the present with the past, / And each seems uglier than the last.
Sometimes I see before me flee / A silver spirit's form, like thee, / O Leonora, and I sit / ...still watching it, / Till by the grated casement's ledge / It fades, with such a sigh, as sedge / Breathes o'er the breezy streamlet's edge.