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Undesired Revenge

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Sorrow and sin have worked their will          For years upon your sovereign face,          And yet it keeps a faded trace     Of its unequalled beauty still,          As ruined sanctuaries hold          A crumbled trace of perfect mould     In shrines which saints no longer fill.     I knew you in your splendid morn,          Oh, how imperiously sweet!          I bowed and worshipped at your feet,     And you received my love with scorn.          Now I scorn you.    It is a change,          When I consider it, how strange     That you, not I, should be forlorn.     Do you suppose I have no pain          To see you play this sorry part,          With faded face and broken heart,     And life lived utterly in vain?          Oh would to God that you once more          Might scorn me as you did of yore,     And I might worship you again!

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