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Oh! do not think that thee I can forget: / Though all the Centuries should o'er me roll -- / Though Space should spread more far than Pole from Pole, / Or star from furthest star betwixt us; yet, / I still would hold thee in my heart's core set: / More rare than rarest Queens whom Kings extol / When Death hath throned them high above regret. / Through endless Time when Memory the stone / Rolls back from silent years long sepulchred, / To call the Past forth from the sullen tomb, / Howe'er far 'yond her voice all else hath flown, / Shalt thou appear -- her living summons heard -- / Fresh as Eternal Spring in all thy radiant bloom.