La Revanche
There is no more for me to hope,There is no more for thee to fear;And, if I give my Sorrow scope,That Sorrow thou shalt never hear.Why did I hold thy love so dear?Why shed for such a heart one tear?Let deep and dreary silence beMy only memory of thee!
When all are fled who flatter now,Save thoughts which will not flatter then;And thou recall'st the broken vowTo him who must not love again--Each hour of now forgotten yearsThou, then, shalt number with thy tears;And every drop of grief shall beA vain remembrancer of me!
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