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 36 You know 't was not my right to dream of her,

Though I had served her long—love's pensioner—

Grateful for modest favor at her hands,

For mere acceptance, or for mild commands,—

But on that night, across the theatre

I saw her come, and felt the restless stir

Of mad desires held in leash till then:

A longing to stand equal with the men

Who, for no merit, dared to keep her side,—

Suspecting not the barriers that divide

Natures like hers from those of meaner birth.

I knew her throned above me, felt the worth

Of things they recked not of—her richest dower—

Yet longed that life should yield me for one hour

The right to stand before her—even as these?

Nay; but the right to fall before her knees,

To touch in worship her white garment's hem,

To win the smile so lightly given them

Because her heart with happiness o'erflowed,

Unconscious of the largess it bestowed.

Ah, me!—to think, what barren pain I felt!

Hopeless as one who in a desert dwelt,

Exiled from all that made his soul's delight,

I gazed upon her,—was it, friend, last night?