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III.
I send back thy letters:
Ah! would I could send
The memory that fetters,
The dreams that must end.
I send back thy tresses,
Thy long raven hair;
Could I send thy caresses,
They too should be there.
But keep thou each token
I lavished on thee;
Ring and chain are unbroken,
Thou false one to me!
That my rival,—how bitter
That word to my heart!
May read in their glitter
How faithless thou art.
