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400 HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.

I.

, Mariamne! now for thee

The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding;

Revenge is lost in Agony

And wild Remorse to rage succeeding.

Oh, Mariamne! where art thou?

Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading:

Ah! could'st thou—thou would'st pardon now,

Though Heaven were to my prayer unheeding.

II.

And is she dead?—and did they dare

Obey my Frenzy's jealous raving?

My Wrath but doomed my own despair:

The sword that smote her 's o'er me waving.—

But thou art cold, my murdered Love!

And this dark heart is vainly craving