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He tasted love with half his mind, / Nor ever drank the inviolate spring / Where nighest heaven, who first could fling / This bitter seed among mankind;
That could the dead, whose dying eyes / Were closed with wail, resume their life, / They would but find in child and wife / An iron welcome when they rise: