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Divided by no act of thine or mine, / Forever parted by a fatal deed, / A fatal feud. Alas! when fathers bleed, / The children shall fulfil the wild design.
A Montague hath killed a Capulet, / A Capulet hath slain a Montague, -- / Twin graves, twin sorrows, and oh, mad to-do / Of vengeance! oh, dread entail of regret!
There lie they in their dark, self-chosen graves, / And from them cries Hate's everlasting ghost, -- / "Blood hath been shed, and Love and ye are slaves,
Time wrecks, and freedom drifts upon life's coast."
Yet not for us the relish of that doom / Which found a throne upon a Juliet's tomb.