A home for all the deep sublimities
Of strong affection; and I would not change
Th’ exalted life I draw from that pure source,
With all its checker’d hues of hope and fear,
E’en for the brightest calm. Thou most unkind!
Have I deserved this?
Raim. Oh! thou hast deserved
A love less fatal to thy peace than mine.
Think not ’tis mockery! But I cannot rest
To be the scorn’d and trampled thing I am