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Rh Whom did I seek around the tottering hall?

For thee. Whose safety first provide for? Thine.

5.

And when convulsive throes denied my breath

The faintest utterance to my fading thought,

To thee—to thee—e'en in the gasp of death

My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought.

6.

Thus much and more; and yet thou lov'st me not,

And never wilt! Love dwells not in our will.

Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot

To strongly, wrongly, vainly love thee still. [First published, Murray's Magazine, February, 1887, vol. i. pp. 145, 146.]

LAST WORDS ON GREECE.

are to me those honours or renown

Past or to come, a new-born people's cry?

Albeit for such I could despise a crown

Of aught save laurel, or for such could die.

I am a fool of passion, and a frown

Of thine to me is as an adder's eye.

To the poor bird whose pinion fluttering down

Wafts unto death the breast it bore so high;