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And O most noble, and yet once again / Most noble spirit, if I ever did / Aught that thy goodness frowns on, be it hid / Forever, and deep-buried. Let the rain
Of coming springs fall on the quiet grave.
Perchance some violets will grow to tell / That I, when uttering this last farewell, / Built up a sacrificial architrave;
That I, who worship thee, have love so great, / To live in the horizon thou may'st set; / To stand but in the shadow of the gate,
Faithful, when coward promptings cry, "Forget."
Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee, / It passed into thy lifelong regency.