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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLIII
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 I do not love you. To have said this once
 Had seemed to both of us a monstrous lie,
 An idle boast, love`s last extravagance
 Or the mere paradox of vanity.
 Now it is true and yet more hideously
 More strangely monstrous. I, no less than you,
 Here own at length the worm which cannot die,
 The burden of a pain for ever new.
 This is the ``pang of loss,`` the bitterest
 Which Hell can give. We are shut out from Heaven
 And never more shall look upon Love`s face,
 Being with those who perish unforgiven.
 Never to see Love`s face! Ah, pain in pain,
 Which we do well to weep and weep again!
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