  "Were I a king, my crown of gold I should not for a moment hold, Did not thy brow its glory share, Were thou not ever next my chair. "Were I a God, my heaven would be One long, lone, vast sterility, Eternal only in its woe Did thou not all its purpose know. "Were I a saint, my midnight cell Would be the portico of hell, Did not my scourging heart attest Thy love dwells in a stricken breast." |
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