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And missing thee, I walk unseen<br />
On the dry smooth-shaven Green.<br />
To behold the wandring Moon,<br />
Riding near her highest noon.<br />
Like one that had been led astray<br />
Through the Heaven’s wide pathless way;<br />
And oft, as if her head she bow’d,<br />
Stooping through a fleecy Cloud.<br />
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of Her Husband 63<br />
In what soft Language shall my Thoughts break free,<br />
My dear Alexis! when I talk of Thee?<br />
Nor Nymph, nor Grace, of all the fancied Train,<br />
Nor weeping Loves, shall aid my pensive Strain:<br />
True Passion has a Force, too strong for Art;<br />
She needs no Muse, who can invoke her Heart.<br />
Tasteless of Forms and from all Comfort torn,<br />
The Husband, Lover, and the Friend, I mourn:<br />
Whate’er to Worth or Tenderness was due,<br />
Whate’er Excess the fondest Passion knew,<br />
I felt: My Prayers to Heav’n were all for Thee,<br />
And Love inspir’d me first with Piety.<br />
Oh! Thou wert all my Triumph, and my Pride:<br />
My Hope, my Peace, my Shelter, and my Guide!<br />
Thy Love (sweet Study!) busied all my Days,<br />
And my full Soul’s Ambition was Thy Praise.<br />
Why has my Heart this fond Engagement known?<br />
63 A revised version found in The Plain Dealer #79 (December 21, 1724), 186–88; original in Alexander<br />
Pope, editor, Poems on Several Occasions (London: Bernard Lintot, 1717), 43–48.<br />
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