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Undimm'd o'er every trial?—And, as our fates, So must our names be, undivided!—Thine, I' th' record of a warrior's life, shall find Its place of stainless honour.—By his side——

May this be borne?—How much of agony Hath the heart room for?—Speak to me in wrath— I can endure it!—But no gentle words! No words of love! no praise!—Thy sword might slay, And be more merciful!

Wherefore art thou thus? Elmina, my beloved!

No more of love! —Have I not said there 's that within my heart, Whereon it falls as living fire would fall Upon an unclosed wound?

Nay, lift thine eyes That I may read their meaning!

Never more With a free soul—What have I said?—'twas nought!