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Because that I am weak, my love, and ill, / I cannot follow the impatient feet / Of my desire, but sit and watch the beat / Of the unpitying pendulum fulfill / The hour appointed for the air to thrill / And brighten at your coming. O my sweet, / The tale of moments is at last complete -- / The tryst is broken on the gusty hill! / O lady, faithful-footed, loyal-eyed, / The long leagues silence me; yet doubt me not; / Think rather that the clock and sun have lied / And all too early, you have sought the spot.
For lo! despair has darkened all the light, / And till I see your face it still is night.