Your anxious eyes keep watch, uncomforted

By our poor love, too weak to take your part

Against that fatal menace which, for us

No less than you, lurks in the coming springs.

Of all our creeds and dreams incredulous,

Thrilled by these sudden agonies, you quake

Through all your lithe young body. What should make

A collie know the grief of mortal things?

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HAMLET AND POLONIUS