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 Why, reveries like these have made men mad!

He must have felt her soft hand on his brow. If Heaven were shocked at such presumptuous wrongs, And plunged him in the grave, where he belongs, Still she remembers, though she loves me now.

And if he lives, and meets me to his cost, Why, what avails it? I must hear and see That curst name “Carlos” always haunting me— So has another Paradise been lost.