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The Legend of St. Loy

With Other Poems. By John Abraham Heraud
  
  

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III.

The string that throbbed in Almar's breast
Was not, nor could it be, represt.

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Remains that first vibration still,
Which awakened with the heart's mysterious thrill,
For the hapless doom of that lady fair,
Endeared by her misery, and, haply, more dear,
And called up the chords of sad Memory, to tell
The sorrow for her he had loved so well,
But wronged her from that love's excess!
Yet who might wish he had loved her less?