Craven Blossoms or, Poems chiefly connected with the district of Craven. By Robert Storey |
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XXII.
“Talk not of love!” replied the Fair,And there was passion and despair
In her dark glance,—“Of that no more!
If thus my foolish dream is o'er,
Thus let it end!—Thou hadst a part
Poor Youth, in Margaret Percy's heart:
I shame me not to say it now,
When I am miserable, and thou
Look'st on me for the last time—But
Thence, and for ever, art thou shut;
Nor thought nor dream of thee again
Shall ever cause me joy or pain!
Here then we part—for well I wot
Of wrong to me thou thinkest not.—
Here then we part. And yet”—she said,
Pausing—“My debt is still unpaid;
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Of Percy niggard of her gold.
Accept this purse. Or stay—thy life,
In actions spent of blood and strife,
May soon be forfeit. Take this ring,
And if thy crimes should ever bring
The dark emergence, it shall be
—Displayed—a talisman to thee,
If Margaret's prayer, or Percy's power
Can turn away the fatal hour.”
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