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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

Revenge may stain a righteous sword,
It may be just to slay;
But, traitor, traitor,—from that word
All true breasts shrink away!


Oh, I would give my heart to death,
To keep my honour fair;
Yet, I'll not give my inward faith
My honour's name to spare!


Not even to keep your priceless love,
Dare I, Beloved, deceive;
This treason should the future prove,
Then, only then, believe!


I know the path I ought to go;
I follow fearlessly,
Inquiring not what deeper woe
Stern duty stores for me.


So foes pursue, and cold allies
Mistrust me, every one:
Let me be false in others' eyes,
If faithful in my own.