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HIS WOUNDS CAN BE HEALED ONLY BY PITY OR DEATH.
I alter day by day in hair and mien, / Yet shun not the old dangerous baits and dear, / Nor sever from the laurel, limed and green, / Which nor the scorching sun, nor fierce cold sear.
Dry shall the sea, the sky be starless seen, / Ere I shall cease to covet and to fear / Her lovely shadow, and -- which ill I screen -- / To like, yet loathe, the deep wound cherish'd here: / For never hope I respite from my pain, / From bones and nerves and flesh till I am free, / Unless mine enemy some pity deign, / Till things impossible accomplish'd be, / None but herself or death the blow can heal / Which Love from her bright eyes has left my heart to feel.
MACGREGOR.