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Sylvester:
What I have done I have done, let it be!
A new life dawns for me, and so Lenore
Be of good courage, 'ere the dawn wear grey
The sublimated Ichor is my own,
Won the great prize of all Philosophers,
And I shall hold the keys of Life and Youth,
Hasten the tardy, check the hurrying years,
To live long ages at my healthy prime,
And you, Lenore, you shall grow young with me,
I wrong'd you once, you must forget the past!
Lenore:
Nay, Sylvester, too much must I forget,
Ever to be a happy girl again,
My life has known too many a beating storm
Toss'd on too many a tumultuous sea,
The grave sole quiet haven now I crave.
A guarded flower in a garden green
