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 Thy letter sent to prove me,
 Inflicts no sense of wrong;
  No longer wilt thou love me,--
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 Thy letter sent to prove me,
 Inflicts no sense of wrong;
  No longer wilt thou love me,--
   Thy letter, though is long. 
 He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
 Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
  Perhaps to thousands, read more 
 He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
 Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
  Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some. 
 Ev'n so, with all submission, I
 . . . .
  Send you each year a homely letter,
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 Ev'n so, with all submission, I
 . . . .
  Send you each year a homely letter,
   Who may return me much a better. 
 And oft the pangs of absence to remove
 By letters, soft interpreters of love.  
 And oft the pangs of absence to remove
 By letters, soft interpreters of love. 
(He) put that which was most material in the postscript.
(He) put that which was most material in the postscript.
 Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
 Unite division, and draw distance near;
  Their magic force each silent read more 
 Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
 Unite division, and draw distance near;
  Their magic force each silent wish conveys,
   And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways:
    Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean,
     For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between. 
 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no 
good.  
 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no 
good. 
 I have only made this letter rather long because I have not had 
time to make it shorter.
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 I have only made this letter rather long because I have not had 
time to make it shorter.
 [Fr., Je n'ai fait celle-ci plus longue que parceque je n'ai pas 
eu le loisir de la faire plus courte.] 
 I will touch
 My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
  And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips read more 
 I will touch
 My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
  And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine
   My message will go kissingly to thine,
    With more than Fancy's load of luxury,
     And prove a true love-letter.