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POEMS.
XVIII.
On a Cornelian Heart IVhich was Broken.
Ili.-fated Heart! and can it beThat thou shouldst thus be rent in twain ?Have years of care for thine anti theeAlike been all employed in vain ?
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Yet precious seems each shatter’d part,And every fragment dearer grown,Since he who wears thee, feels thou artA fitter emblem of his own.