In the hall there hangs a painting—Amy’s arms
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reck. In my life there was a picture, she that clasp’d myneck had flown ;I was left within the shadow sitting on the wreck alone. Yours has been a slighter ailment, will you sickenfor her sake ?You, not you! your modern amourist is of easier, earthlier make. Amy loyed me, Amy fail’d me, Amy was a timidchild ;But your Judith—but your worldling—s/e had never driven me wild.
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