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XXXVII. FIDELITY.

Whene'er I play thee false, my distant lover!
And drink delight from other eyes than thine,
Thine eyes start in the air, more bright than wine,
And pour into my soul reproof divine;
And then in love-thoughts, like a lark in clover,
My hush'd heart sweetly broods; and I repent me
That e'er to do thee wrong I could content me.
Whene'er I play thee false, my distant beauty!
From other lips than thine sweet nectar pressing,
Between the ruby tempters to my treason,
And mine, the traitors, do thy lips ope, blessing
The air with balm; and back to their dear duty
Recal my senses and their absent reason;
And I am very faithful—for a season.