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For thou art grovelling in thy woe;
Arouse thee! joy to bid him, go!
For god above, or man below,
Whose love's warm and impetuous tide
Cold interest or selfish pride
Can chill, or stay, or turn aside,
All too poor and slight a thing
One, shade o'er woman's brow to fling
 Of grief, regret, or fear,—
To cloud one morning's golden light,—
Disturb the sweet dreams of one night,—
To cause the soft flash of her eye
To droop one moment mournfully,
 Or tremble with one tear!

'T is thou shouldst triumph; thou art free
 From chains which bound thee for a while;
This, this the farewell meet for thee,
 Proud princess on that lonely isle:—

"Go,—to thine Athens bear thy faithless name;
 Go, base betrayer of a holy trust!
O, I could bow me in my utter shame,
 And lay my crimson forehead in the dust,
If I had ever loved thee as thou art,
Folding mean falsehood to my high, true heart!