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Chapter 23
 Is it indeed so?  If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Belov?d, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter.  I am thine—
But . . . so much to thee?  Can I pour thy wine
While my ha............
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