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"Or if it ilotli, in vain for me:

" For worlds 1 dare not view the dame" Hesembling thee, yet not the same.

"The very crimes that mar my youth,

"This bed of death — attest my truth!

" ’Tis all too late— thou worth, thou art"The cherished madness of my heart!

"And she was lost — and yet I breathed,“But not the breath of human life:

"A serpent round my heart \va9 wreathed,

,,\ml stung my every thought to strife."Alike all lime, abhorred all place, 1196"Shuddering I shrunk front Nature’s face,

" Where every line that charmed before"The blackness of my bosom wore.

"The rest thou dost already know, 1200

"And all my sins, and half my woe.

"But talk no more of penitence;

"Thou see’st I soon shall part from hence:"And if thy holy tale were true, 1204

"The deed that’s done cau’st thou undo?"Think me not thankless — but this grief"Looks not to priestlfood for relief.

"My soul’s estate in secret guess:"Butwould’st thou pity more, say less."When thou can’st bid my Leila live,

"Then will 1 sue thee to forgive;

"Then plead my cause in that high place

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