Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it,

Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,


Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it,

Not to partake thy passion, my humility.


Thou can'st not boast,...

Poet:

To break so vast a Heart

Required a Blow as vast —

No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight —

'Twas undeserved Blast —

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