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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
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Even though I have not, I shall seem to have—A cold delight, indeed, but all the sameSo should I lighten of its weight my soul!And, wandering my way in dreams perchance,Thyself wilt bless me: for, come when they will,Even by night our loves are sweet to see.But were the tongue and tune of Orpheus mine,So that to Koré crying, or her lord,In hymns, from Hades I might rescue thee—Down would I go, and neither Plouton's dogNor Charon, he whose oar sends souls across,Should stay me till again I made thee standLiving, within the light! But, failing this,There, where thou art, await me when I die,Make ready our abode, my house-mate still!For in the self-same cedar, me with thee,Will I provide that these our friends shall place,My side lay close by thy side! Never, corpse
