Now I do wander ‘midst the hold so drear,
With breaths now by instinct drawn,
For if the thought of thee draws near,
I do forget to live once more.
Tetrameter Thirty
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Now I do wander ‘midst the hold so drear,
With breaths now by instinct drawn,
For if the thought of thee draws near,
I do forget to live once more.
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