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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XL
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 `Tis strange we are thus parted, not by death
 Or man`s device, but by our own mad will,
 We who have stood together on life`s path
 Through half a youth of good repute and ill,
 Friends more than lovers. See, Love`s citadel
 We held so stoutly `gainst a world in arms
 Lies all dismantled now, a sight to fill
 The Earth with lamentations and alarms.
 Whose was the fault? I dare not ask nor say.
 If there was treachery, `tis best untold.
 The price of treason we receive to--day
 Is paid to both of us in evil gold.
 Ay, take thy bitter freedom. `Tis the fee
 Of love betrayed and faith`s apostasy.
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