At last have I ever been so comforted by thy presence here,
In great fortune reeled my happiness sturdy and wrought tight,
Avowed for my chiefly faults did not thou forgive forsook agaze shone,
Past attested words breathed into my window and breeze as cold,
As sole indemnified warmth did astound my shrouded fear fold,
Allowed by fickle woes in greater gesture politely beckons here the night,
So that when lightning shook and thy presence here did my heart not endear.

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