Impromptu,
On The Reception Of A Letter. I would love to have thee near me, But when I think how drear Is each hope that used to cheer me, I cease to wish thee here. I know that thou, wouldst not shrink from The storms that burst on me, But the bitter chalice I drink from, I will not pass to thee. I would share the world with thee, were it With all its pleasures mine, But the sorrows which I inherit, I never will make thine!
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