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What are to me those honours or renown / Past or to come, a new-born people's cry? / Albeit for such I could despise a crown / Of aught save laurel, or for such could die.
I am a fool of passion, and a frown / Of thine to me is as an adder's eye. / To the poor bird whose pinion fluttering down / Wafts unto death the breast it bore so high; / Such is this maddening fascination grown, / So strong thy magic or so weak am I.
First published, Murray's Magazine, February, 1887, vol. i. p. 146.