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Letitia Elizabeth Landon - Revenge
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     Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath`d hair, 
       And gaze upon her smile;
     Seem as you drank the very air
       Her breath perfumed the while; 
     And wake for her the gifted line,
       That wild and witching lay,
     And swear your heart is as a shrine,
       That only holds her sway. 
     `Tis well: I am revenged at last;—
      Mark you that scornful cheek,—
    The eye averted as you pass`d,
      Spoke more than words could speak. 
    Ay, now by all the bitter tears
      That I have shed for thee,—
    The racking doubts, the burning fears,—
      Avenged they well may be— 
    By the nights pass`d in sleepless care,
      The days of endless woe;
    All that you taught my heart to bear,
      All that yourself will know. 
    I would not wish to see you laid
      Within an early tomb;
    I should forget how you betray`d,
      And only weep your doom: 
    But this is fitting punishment,
      To live and love in vain,—
    O my wrung heart, be thou content,
      And feed upon his pain. 
    Go thou and watch her lightest sigh,—
      Thine own it will not be;
    And bask beneath her sunny eye,—
      It will not turn on thee. 
    `Tis well: the rack, the chain, the wheel,
      Far better hadst thou proved;
    Ev`n I could almost pity feel,
      For thou art nor beloved.
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