 | Poems Chiefly Lyric and Elegiac |  |
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ALITER VISUM.
Ah no, she said, you cannot kiss me now:
Once, had you will'd it, had you said the word,
You might have been my lover and my lord—
My husband; but that unregarded vow
Went to another. I can scarce tell how
I made it; how my nature could afford
To let me utter of my own accord
What neither love nor reason did allow.
Once, had you will'd it, had you said the word,
You might have been my lover and my lord—
My husband; but that unregarded vow
Went to another. I can scarce tell how
I made it; how my nature could afford
To let me utter of my own accord
What neither love nor reason did allow.
Here is the ring, upon my wedded hand:
You should have put it there! It is not Fate,
It is not aught beyond your own command,
That forces me to say, You are too late!
No, 'tis yourself: you threw away your life
In losing me, who was your destined wife.
You should have put it there! It is not Fate,
It is not aught beyond your own command,
That forces me to say, You are too late!
No, 'tis yourself: you threw away your life
In losing me, who was your destined wife.
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