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STANZAS TO AUGUSTA

And when winds are at war with the ocean,
As the breasts I believed in with me,[1]
If their billows excite an emotion,
It is that they bear me from Thee.


III.

Though the rock of my last Hope is shivered,[2]
And its fragments are sunk in the wave,
Though I feel that my soul is delivered
To Pain—it shall not be its slave.
There is many a pang to pursue me:
They may crush, but they shall not contemn;
They may torture, but shall not subdue me;
'Tis of Thee that I think—not of them.[3]


IV.

Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake;[4][5]
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,
Nor mute, that the world might belie.[6]


V.

Yet I blame not the World, nor despise it,

Nor the war of the many with one;
  1. As the breasts I reposed in with me.—[MS.]
  2. Though the rock of my young hope is shivered,
    And its fragments lie sunk in the wave.—[MS. erased.]

  3. There is many a pang to pursue me,
    And many a peril to stem;
    They may torture, but shall not subdue me;
    They may crush, but they shall not contemn.—[MS. erased.]
    And I think not of thee but of them.—[MS. erased.]

  4. Though tempted ——.—[MS.]
  5. [Compare Childe Harold, Canto III. stanzas liii., iv., Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 247, 248, note 1.]
  6. Though watchful, 'twas but to reclaim me,
    Nor, silent, to sanction a lie.—[MS.]