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Tears of the widower, when he sees / A late-lost form that sleep reveals, / And moves his doubtful arms, and feels / Her place is empty, fall like these;
Which weep a loss for ever new, / A void where heart on heart reposed; / And, where warm hands have prest and closed, / Silence, till I be silent too.