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First Line: Is it this weary and most constant heart
Last Line: That aches in me, to know that you are lost?
Subject(s): Love - Loss Of


Is it this weary and most constant heart,
Or only these unquiet nerves, that start
And tremble if I do but think of you?
I know not, but I would to God I knew.
Had I not once a half-delicious grief,
When I believed in you against belief?
But now, when I must doubt your word, your kiss,
When each remembered rapture murmurs "This
Was when she lied, and this was when she lied,"
Yet even doubt is by some doubt denied;
Now, when the madness comes down like a flood,
Poisoning the honest currents of my blood,
Is it desire, love, or this madness, most
That aches in me, to know that you are lost?





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