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36 Took for his the deathless song

Of the love that knows no wrong:

Could I love thee, dear, so true

Were not Honour more than you?

(Oh, forgive, dear Lovelace, laid

In this mean Procrustean bed!)

Dear, I love thee best of all

When I go, at England's call.

In our magnificent sky aglow

How shall we this Percy know

Where he shines among the suns

And the planets and the moons?

Percy died for England, why,

Here's a sign to know him by!

There's one dear and fixèd star,

There's a youngling never far.

Percy and his father keep

The old loved companionship,

And shine downward in one ray

Where at Clouds they wait for day.