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There are who die without love, never seeing / The clear eyes shining, the bright wings fleeing. / Lonely they die, and ahungered, in bitterness knowing / They have not had their share of the good there was going.
There are who have and lose love, these most blessed, / In joy unstained which they have once possessed, / Lost while still dear, still sweet, still met by glad affection,- / An endless happiness in recollection.
And some have Love's full cup as he doth give it- / Have it, and drink of it, and, ah,-outlive it! / Full fed by Love's delights, o'erwearied, sated, / They die, not hungry-only suffocated.