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O love! A little while thou hast withdrawn thyself, At unaware to think thy thoughts alone: How sweet, and yet pathetic to my heart The reason. Ah! thou art no more thine own. Mine, mine, O love! Tears gather 'neath my lids,-- Sorrowful tears for thy lost liberty, Because it was so sweet. Thy liberty, That yet, O love, thou wouldst not have again. No; all is right. But who can give, or bless, Or take a blessing, but there comes withal Some pain?