VIII. To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. 'T is true the drought is destitute, But then I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of sand, Its other realm of sea; Without the sterile perquisite No Caspian could be.
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VIII. To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. 'T is true the drought is destitute, But then I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of sand, Its other realm of sea; Without the sterile perquisite No Caspian could be.