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SHE IS SO FIXED IN HIS HEART THAT AT TIMES HE BELIEVES HER STILL ALIVE, / AND IS FORCED TO RECALL THE DATE OF HER DEATH.
Oh! to my soul for ever she returns; / Or rather Lethe could not blot her thence, / Such as she was when first she struck my sense, / In that bright blushing age when beauty burns: / So still I see her, bashful as she turns / Retired into herself, as from offence: / I cry -- "Tis she! she still has life and sense: / Oh, speak to me, my love! " -- Sometimes she spurns / My call; sometimes she seems to answer straight: / Then, starting from my waking dream, I say, -- / "Alas! poor wretch, thou art of mind bereft! / Forget'st thou the first hour of the sixth day / Of April, the three hundred, forty eight, / And thousandth year, -- when she her earthly mansion left?"