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My lady glided off by stealth
To wed a lozel for his wealth—
And this was Loyalty's repayment!
The language of the trusting heart,
The soothfast fondness firm, but tender—
Are now to most a studied part,
A tongue assumed, a trick of art,
Whereof no meaning can I render.
And hence I say that loyal love
Hath flemed the Earth and fled to Heaven;
And that not here, but there above,
Souls may love rightfully, and prove
Hope is no shadow—Bliss no sweven!
