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Rh But thou hast one, who in a luckless hour Inscribed another's name on thy worn stone: 'T was I, and that my deep relentless shame Remains with thee alone. When my lips named that name, they play'd me false; When my hands graved it, 't was a like deceit; Now it exists not; in time's impious course 'T was swept beneath his feet.

And that celestial name, To time at length a prey, A woman for my sin, For a seraph snatch'd away; The hurricane of life Has left me, loved one, worse For my eternal grief, In pledge as of a curse, Thy name ne'er from my thoughts to part, Nor thy love ever from my heart.