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Thou hast but left those starry spheres For woman's destiny of tears. —They parted as all lovers part,— She with her wrong'd and breaking heart; But he, rejoicing he is free, Bounds like the captive from his chain, And wilfully believing she Hath found her liberty again: Or if dark thoughts will cross his mind, They are but clouds before the wind. —Thou false one, go!—but deep and dread Be minstrel curse upon thy head! —Go, be the first in battle line, Where banners sweep, and falchions shine; Go thou to lighted festival, Be there the peerless one of all;