With the troublesome sudden thoughts that spring;
And mine eyes are filling with foolish tears,
And the pang that I feel is sharp and keen,
As I see the empty unhappy years,
And I think of all that might not have been.
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Treason to love, that such thoughts should arise!
In Heaven I know our marriage was made;
Heaven is somewhere beyond those blue skies,
Why am I weeping and feeling afraid?