Then started from his trance of thought:
“Stay thee! oh, stay!—It must not be—
All, all were well resign’d for thee!
Stay! till my soul each vow disown,
But those which make me thine alone!
If there be guilt—there is no shrine
More holy than that heart of thine:
There be my crime absolved—I take
The cup of shame for thy dear sake.
Of shame!—oh no! to virtue true,