Parted (Dunbar 1)

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She wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,
  With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,
  So I staked my soul to win it.

We wed and parted on her complaint,
  And both were a bit of barter,
Tho' I'll confess that I'm no saint,
  I'll swear that she's no martyr.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.