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536 Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires,

And gazing upon either, both required.

Mine, while the torch of Hymen newly fired

Becomes extinguished,—soon—too soon expires;

But thine, within the closing grate retired,

Eternal captive, to her God aspires.

But thou at least from out the jealous door,

Which shuts between your never-meeting eyes,

May'st hear her sweet and pious voice once more:

I to the marble, where my daughter lies,

Rush,—the swoln flood of bitterness I pour,

And knock, and knock, and knock—but none replies. [First published, Childe Harold, Canto IV., 1818.]

ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA.