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Would it were I had been false, not you! / I that am nothing, not you that are all: / I, never the worse for a touch or two / On my speckled hide; not you, the pride / Of the day, my swan, that a first fleck's fall / On her wonder of white must unswan, undo!
I had dipped in life's struggle and, out again, / Bore specks of it here, there, easy to see, / When I found my swan and the cure was plain; / The dull turned bright as I caught your white / On my bosom: you saved me -- saved in vain / If you ruined yourself, and all through me!