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Driven away from fairest arms, and harried
From fairest lips that once bent fondly o'er me!
One poor day more how gladly had I tarried,
When lo! the post-boy with his team came for me.
Yes, that indeed is Life! an endless moan, love,
An endless farewell, and an endless parting!
Couldst thou not grapple my heart to thine own, love,
Could not such eyes as thine delay my starting?
From fairest lips that once bent fondly o'er me!
One poor day more how gladly had I tarried,
When lo! the post-boy with his team came for me.
Yes, that indeed is Life! an endless moan, love,
An endless farewell, and an endless parting!
Couldst thou not grapple my heart to thine own, love,
Could not such eyes as thine delay my starting?
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