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Of all that ever in extreme disease "Sweet Love, sweet cruel Love, have pity! " cried, / Count me the humblest, hold me least of these
That wear the red heart crumpled in the side, / In heaviest durance, dreaming or awake, / Filling the dungeon with their piteous woe; Not that I shriek not till the dungeon shake, / "Oh, God! Oh, let me out! Oh, let me go! "But that my chains throughout their iron length
Make such a golden clank upon my ear, / But that I would not, boasted I the strength, / Up with a terrible arm and out of here
Where thrusts my morsel daily through the bars
This tall, oblivious gaoler eyed with stars.