Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand

        hy shadow. Nevermore

        Alone upon threshold of my door

        Of individual life, I shall and

        t my hand

        Serenely in the sunshine as before,

        it t which I forbore--

        toud

        Doom takes to part us, leaves t in mine

        it beat double.    I do

        And he wine

        Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

        God for myself,    name of thine,

        And sees ears of two.
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