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Of ceaseless vigils; for I had the share Of life which might have filled a century,[90] Before its fourth in time had passed me by. XV. And for the remnant which may be to come[al] I am content; and for the past I feel Not thankless,--for within the crowded sum Of struggles, Happiness at times would steal, And for the present, I would not benumb My feelings farther.--Nor shall I conceal That with all this I still can look around, And worship Nature with a thought profound. XVI. For thee, my own sweet sister, in thy heart I know myself secure, as thou in mine; We were and are--I am, even as thou art--[am] Beings who ne'er each other can resign; It is the same, together or apart, From Life's commencement to its slow decline We are entwined--let Death come slow or fast,[an] The tie which bound the first endures the last! [First published, _Letters and Journals,_ 1830, ii. 38-41.] LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL.[91] And thou wert sad--yet I was not with thee; And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought that Joy and Health alone could be Where I was _not_--and pain and sorrow here! And is it thus?--it is as I foretold, And shall be more so; for the mind recoils Upon itself, and the wrecked heart lies cold, While Heaviness collects the shattered spoils. It is not in the storm nor in the strife We feel benumbed, and wish to be no more, But in the after-silence on the shore, When all is lost, except a little life. I am too well avenged!--but 'twas my right; Whate'er my sins might be, _thou_ wert not sent To be the Nemesis who should requite--[92] Nor did Heaven choose so near an instrument. Mercy is for the merciful!--if thou Hast been of such, 'twill be accorded now. Thy nights are banished from the realms of sleep:--[93] Yes! they may flatter thee, but thou shall feel A hollow agony which will not heal, For thou art pillowed on a curse too deep; Thou hast sown in my sorrow, and must reap The bitter harvest in a woe as real! I have had many foes, but none like thee; For 'gainst the rest myself I could defend, And be avenged, or turn them into friend; But th
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