A FRAGMENT
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I could not let thee go with Death It seems to me; Life never meant what now it means Since loving thee. I could not go alone with Death; But by thy side, Methinks I could lie down content, E’en as thy bride. To fill the measure of thy need Dare I aspire— Nor is there longing in my soul For mission higher. To fill the measure of thy need— Dost thou not know, The measure of my own deep need Would but o’erflow?