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I could not think of thee as piecèd rot, / Yet such thou wert, for thou hadst been long dead; / Yet thou liv'dst entire in my seeing thought / And what thou wert in me had never fled.
Nay, I had fixed the moments of thy beauty -- / Thy ebbing smile, thy kiss's readiness, / And memory had taught my heart the duty / To know thee ever at that deathlessness.