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ROMNEY'S REMORSE
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Even from myself? stand? stood . . . no more.And yetThe world would lose, if such a wife as youShould vanish unrecorded. Might I craveOne favour? I am bankrupt of all claimOn your obedience, and my strongest wishFalls flat before your least unwillingness.Still would you—if it please you—sit to me? I dream’d last night of that clear summer noon,When seated on a rock, and foot to footWith your own shadow in the placid lake,You claspt our infant daughter, heart to heart.I had been among the hills, and brought you downA length of staghorn-moss, and this you twinedAbout her cap. I see the picture yet,Mother and child. A sound from far away,No louder than a bee among the flowers,
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