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To see her is a Picture �
To hear her is a Tune �
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June �
To know her not � Affliction �
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.

Love � is anterior to Life �
Posterior � to Death �
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Breath �

I meant to find Her when I came �
Death � had the same design �
But the Success � was His � it seems �
And the Surrender � Mine �

I meant to tell Her how I longed
For just this single time �
But Death had told Her so the first �
And she had past, with Him �

To wander � now � is my Repose �
To rest � To rest would be
A privilege of Hurricane
To Memory � and Me.