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Yet if some voice that man could trust / Should murmur from the narrow house, / 'The cheeks drop in; the body bows; / Man dies: nor is there hope in dust:'
Might I not say? "Yet even here, / But for one hour, O Love, I strive / To keep so sweet a thing alive. " / But I should turn mine ears and hear