In dreaming yet, thy love so unaware,
‘Fore fond hope and life’s tethered weight;
Perchance t’was thou who fled swiftly away,
Perchance ‘tis thou who leav’st me not to fate.
Tetrameter Twelve
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In dreaming yet, thy love so unaware,
‘Fore fond hope and life’s tethered weight;
Perchance t’was thou who fled swiftly away,
Perchance ‘tis thou who leav’st me not to fate.
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