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When we two patedIn silence and teas,Half boken-heatedTo seve foyeas,Pale gew thy cheek and cold,Coldethy kiss,Tuly that houfoetoldSoow to this!The dew of the moningSuck chill omy bowIt felt like the waningOf what I feel now.Thy cows ae all boken,And light is thy fame;I heathy name spoken,And shae in its shame.They name thee befoe me,A knell to mine ea;A shuddecomes o'emeWhy wet thou so dea?Thy know not I knew theewho knew thee too well:Long, Long shall Iue theeToo deeply to tell.In secet we met—In silence I gieveThat thy heat could foget,Thy spiit deceive.If I should meet theeAftelong yeas,How should I geet thee ?With silence and teas.