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Richard Lovelace

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If to be absent were to be
Away from thee;
Or that when I am gone,
You and I were alone;
Then, my Lucasta, might I crave
Pity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave.
--
To Lucasta: Going Beyond the Seas, st. 1.

 
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