shamefaced Truth.... For her happiness She needs constraint—She is a woman, no better. 106 We thought evil of each other? We were too distant, But now in this tiny hut, Pinned to one destiny, How could we still be foes? We must needs love those Whom we cannot escape. 107 Love thy foe, Let the robber rob thee: The woman hears and—does it. 110 A proud eye With silken curtains, Seldom clear, Honours him that may
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