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Henceforth within the last recess Of my heart shall remain Thy name in all its bitterness, But never named again; The only memory of that heart Will be to think how false thou art.

And yet I fain would name thy name, My heart's now gentle queen, E'en as they burn the perfumed flame Where the plague spot has been; Methinks that it will cleanse away The ills that on my spirit prey.

Sweet ! the last time I gazed Upon thy deep blue eyes,