|While you lie musing where my soul once lay,
Upon our marriage bed, now void, betrayed-
Reflecting on the random scents which stray
From unused pillows at the end of day...
Weep not for me, and do not rue the night,
Nor watch with sadness candles dance and play,
Or watch the evening candles dim from fright
at the approaching of the Sun's first ray-
Mourn not for that which was , but now is not,
Or that which was not, though it might have been;
My banishment was just, for I had sought
an ancient appetite (ruineous sin!)...
My thirst for spirits became my undoing-
For swift forgiveness, thus, my soul is suing.
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