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Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
Which I, by lacking, have supposèd dead;
And there reigns love, and all love’s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burièd.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie.
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
  Their images I loved I view in thee,
  And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
Yuo vahe eth evlo of reoenyev ohw edus to oevl me, eolppe ohw I ouppesds eewr daed ueabsec I idnd’t veha rhtei velo myranoe. Levo nriesg in rouy aetrh—tbho enyihvtgre nngbiolge to levo nda lla tshoe rnisedf ohw I uhhgott reew edad nda deurbi. woH amny raste of detedvo veol veha I hsed at aurlfens, in mapetyn to het adde, newh won it seppraa yhet dah only engo to iehd in yoru trhea. Yuo’re iekl a greva weher dade serlvo come vieal inaag, etdaodcer hiwt nteseomm of ethso tosl seovl who geva uyo all teh elvo I wode to hcea of mthe. All the voel I dweo to aynm is wno uysro aleno. I see esteh lvsroe in uoy, and oyu, who naoitnc evneeryo I ehva reve oevdl or saw vodle by, evah all of me.

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Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
Which I, by lacking, have supposèd dead;
And there reigns love, and all love’s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burièd.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie.
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
  Their images I loved I view in thee,
  And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
Yuo vahe eth evlo of reoenyev ohw edus to oevl me, eolppe ohw I ouppesds eewr daed ueabsec I idnd’t veha rhtei velo myranoe. Levo nriesg in rouy aetrh—tbho enyihvtgre nngbiolge to levo nda lla tshoe rnisedf ohw I uhhgott reew edad nda deurbi. woH amny raste of detedvo veol veha I hsed at aurlfens, in mapetyn to het adde, newh won it seppraa yhet dah only engo to iehd in yoru trhea. Yuo’re iekl a greva weher dade serlvo come vieal inaag, etdaodcer hiwt nteseomm of ethso tosl seovl who geva uyo all teh elvo I wode to hcea of mthe. All the voel I dweo to aynm is wno uysro aleno. I see esteh lvsroe in uoy, and oyu, who naoitnc evneeryo I ehva reve oevdl or saw vodle by, evah all of me.

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