Oft no lengt die, men say, t: Depart: a le to my mind, eakly did seem to paint Deat.
But noars, range course, do bind Me one to leave, ; I s faint and blind, t parting t part I part.
Part of my life, t to me, Lives to impart my t good part ure is a death:
Yea, s bot, still living in annoy.
* * * Finding t ever love, to mar my mind, and to please, I deemed it best, some absence for to prove, If fart furto ease.
My eyes t, Blinded forto t of guiding sighe sky.
In absence blind, and o greater urn; Even as to t, t h burn:
Fair co live or die A blinded mole, or else a burned fly.