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ROMNEY'S REMORSE
A fall of water lull’d the noon asleep.You still’d it for the moment with a songWhich often echo’d in me, while I stoodBefore the great Madonna-masterpiecesOf ancient Art in Paris, or in Rome. Mary, my crayons! if I can, I will.You should have been—I might have made you once,Had I but known you as I know you now—The true Alcestis of the time. Your song—Sit, listen! I remember it, a proofThat I—even I—at times remember’d you.
 ‘Beat upon mine, little heart! beat, beat! Beat upon mine! you are mine, my sweet! All mine from your pretty blue eyes to your feet,My sweet.’Less profile! turn to me—three-quarter face.
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