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Doubt me, my dim companion! / Why, God would be content / With but a fraction of the love / Poured thee without a stint. / The whole of me, forever, / What more the woman can, -- / Say quick, that I may dower thee / With last delight I own!
It cannot be my spirit, / For that was thine before; / I ceded all of dust I knew, -- / What opulence the more / Had I, a humble maiden, / Whose farthest of degree / Was that she might, / Some distant heaven, / Dwell timidly with thee!