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8.

Yet never catch her and me together,

As she left the attic, there,

By the rim of the bottle labelled "Ether,"

And stole from stair to stair,

9.

And stood by the rose-wreathed gate. Alas,

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MAY AND DEATH.

MAY AND DEATH.

1.

I WISH that when you died last May, Charles, there had died along with you Three parts of spring's delightful things; Ay, and, for me, the fourth part too.

2.

A foolish thought, and worse, perhaps !

There must be many a pair of friends Who, arm in arm, deserve the warm Moon-births and the long evening-ends.

3.

So, for their sakes, be May still May!
Let their new time, as mine of old,

Do all it did for me: I bid

Sweet sights and sounds throng manifold.

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