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Love me no more, now let the god depart, / If love be grown so bitter to your tongue! Here is my hand; I bid you from my heart
Fare well, fare very well, be always young. As for myself, mine was a deeper drouth:
I drank and thirsted still; but I surmise
My kisses now are sand against your mouth, / Teeth in your palm and pennies on your eyes.
Speak but one cruel word, to shame my tears; Go, but in going, stiffen up my back
To meet the yelping of the mustering years-
Dim, trotting shapes that seldom will attack
Two with a light who match their steps and sing:
To one alone and lost, another thing.