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HE PRAYS HER TO APPEAR BEFORE HIM IN A VISION.
Dear precious pledge, by Nature snatch'd away, / But yet reserved for me in realms undying; / O thou on whom my life is aye relying, / Why tarry thus, when for thine aid I pray? / Time was, when sleep could to mine eyes convey / Sweet visions, worthy thee; -- why is my sighing / Unheeded now? -- who keeps thee from replying? / Surely contempt in heaven cannot stay: / Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain / To feed and banquet on another's woe / (Thus love is conquer'd in his own domain), / But thou, who seest through me, and dost know / All that I feel, -- thou, who canst soothe my pain, / Oh! let thy blessed shade its peace bestow.
WROTTESLEY.