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Last night he came to me, / His dark eyes grave and sweet-- / (Eyes that I could not meet!) / To crave my pardon--_mine!_ / With that kingly courtesy / Which makes his least deed fine.
What fiend took hold on me? / I would nor speak nor heed, / Tho' he bent his pride to plead-- / (He, all unused to sue!) / Though he sought full tenderly / For a pardon not _his_ due.