With me? O yes! but not with me alone;
For in the fair companionship of youth,
Others than I have fondly felt and known
Thy love and truth;
Have drunk at learning's fount with thee, and seen
How Doubt's dark depths and Thought's wild surge above
Thy mild-eyed faith, so pure and so serene,
Soared like a dove.
Enough: what might have been is not; no more
Shall I return thy grasp, and seek thy glance:
Perchance we meet on heaven's eternal shore;
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