SEMPER IDEM.
1
Hold up thy head and crush
Thy heart's despair;
From thy wan temples brush
The tear-wet hair.
2
Look on me thus as I
Gaze upon thee;
Nor question how nor why
Such things can be.
3
Thou thought'st it love!—poor fool!
That which was lust!
Which made thee, beautiful,
Vile as the dust!
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