Chapter 568 of 1964 · 62 words · ~1 min read

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They were alone once more; for them to be Thus was another Eden; they were never Weary, unless when separate: the tree Cut from its forest root of years--the river Dammed from its fountain--the child from the knee And breast maternal weaned at once for ever,-- Would wither less than these two torn apart;[dk] Alas! there is no instinct like the Heart--