Absence

Fly, O fly sad Sigh, and bear
These few Words into his Ear;
Blest where e'r thou dost remain,
Worthier of a softer chain,
Still I live, if it be true
The Turtle lives that's cleft in two:
Tears and Sorrows I have store,
But O thine do grieve me more;
Dye I would, but that I do
Fear my Fate would kill thee too.
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