the lineaments of unfulfilled desire

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oh, for a c-cough! where the sloes excel

'neath Dunster-Old's rheumatic wrack

aching for thee—

It is not well!

oh, for a c-cough! lest like gray Flamel
at last thy long-pneumatic knack
turns from the lee—
Thou art not well!

oh, for a c-cough! in the plumtree dell

for sans that hiasthmatic hack

hale though I be

I am not well!