Here I linger, longing still for woes,
Griefs and laughter thou didst leave behind,
Yet I wait thee not, for now I know,
‘Tis but us my heart doth seek to find.
Tetrameter Eighteen
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Here I linger, longing still for woes,
Griefs and laughter thou didst leave behind,
Yet I wait thee not, for now I know,
‘Tis but us my heart doth seek to find.
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