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Coleridge's Christabel.[rh] Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare _thee well:_ Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee[ri] Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee[rj] Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou would'st at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee--[433] Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe: Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found, Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not-- Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth-- Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;[rk] And the undying thought which paineth[rl] Is--that we no more may meet. These are words of deeper sorrow[rm] Than the wail above the dead; Both shall live--but every morrow[rn] Wake us from a widowed bed. And when thou would'st solace gather-- When our child's first accents flow-- Wilt thou teach her to say "Father!" Though his care she must forego? When her little hands shall press thee-- When her lip to thine is pressed-- Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee-- Think of him thy love _had_ blessed! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble[ro] With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest-- All my madness--none can know;[rp] All my hopes--where'er thou goest-- Wither--yet with _thee_ they go. Every feeling hath been shaken; Pride--which not a world could bow--[rq] Bows to thee--by thee forsaken,[rr] Even my soul forsakes me now. But 'tis done--all words are idle-- Words from me are vainer still;[rs] But the thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way without the will. Fare thee well! thus disunited--[rt] Torn from every nearer tie-- Seared in heart--and lone--and blighted-- More than this I scarc
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