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WIFE TO HUSBAND.
I must gird myself and run,
Though with unready feet:
  I must die.

Blank sea to sail upon,
Cold bed to sleep in:
  Good-bye.
While you clasp, I must be gone
For all your weeping:
  I must die.

A. kiss for one friend,
And a word for two,—
  Good-bye:—
A lock that you must send,
A kindness you must do:
  I must die.

Not a word for you,
Not a lock or kiss,
  Good-bye.
We, one, must part in two;
Verily death is this:
  I must die.