As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

Re-sighing on my lihttps://read.99csw.comps renunciative

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

I will not soil thｒｅad•99ｃｓw.ｃｏmy purple with my dust,

Beloved, I only love thee ! let it pass.

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Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.

To let thee sitrｅaｄ•９9ｃsｗ.coｍ beneath the fall of tears

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas !

That this can scarce be right ! We are not pe九_九_藏_書ers,

So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

Can it be right to give what I can give ?

For all thy adjurations ? O my fears,