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DIEU! I know that I no more

Shall behold you,

Your future lies beyond her door

Who consoled you;

The world has promised to redeem

Each new sorrow,

It beckons, and you lightly dream

Of a morrow.

I weep not, nor shall futile sighs

Hold you longer,

The pity in your loveless eyes

Makes me stronger,

For terrible, past loss of mine,

Hath arisen

The dread to know what was your shrine—

But your prison.

I listen while your lips protest,

Heavy hearted,

For by your wishes unexpressed—

We are parted: