[mr] {410}
Never may I behold
Moment like this.—[MS.]
The damp of the morning
Clung chill on my brow.—[MS. erased.]
[mt] Thy vow hath been broken.—[MS.]
——lies hidden
Our secret of sorrow—
And deep in my soul—
But deed more forbidden,
Our secret lies hidden,
But never forgot.—[Erasures, stanza 3, MS.]
[mv] {411}
If one should meet thee
How should we greet thee?
In silence and tears.—[MS.]
[306] [From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. Murray, now for the first time printed.