Oh friend, dear friend, that lies deceased,
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What callous acts my grief increased!
No sooner had your might displayed,
But back to Heaven you were conveyed!
Reclusion made my heart digress
From our ambitious progress;
Minding none we would carry on,
Combined, would rest in Avallon;
I know of life its hidden clause,
Beyond my eyes it will not pause
Or must it but in memory;
I must not hault that reverie
Which bond us so eternally,
My word will make what meant to be,
To slumber and live blissfully.