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Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proud than this one
Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess; but that's permitted me; Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free. If I had loved you less or played you slyly
I might have held you for a summer more, / But at the cost of words I value highly, / And no such summer as the one before.
Should I outlive this anguish-an d men do-
I shall have only good to say of you.