To His Mistress In Absence

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  FAR from thy dearest self, the scope
  Of all my aims,
  I waste in secret flames;
  And only live because I hope.

  O when will Fate restore
  The joys, in whose bright fire
  My expectation shall expire,
  That I may live because I hope no more!

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