As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

Re-sighing on my li九-九-藏-書ps renunciative

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

I will not soil thy purple w九九藏書ith my dust,

Beloved, I only love thee ! let it pass.

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Nohttps://read.99csw.comr breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.

To let thee sit b九*九*藏*書eneath the fall of tears

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas !

That this can scarce be right ! We are not peerread.99csw.coms,

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,