MADELEINE.
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With weary, aching eyes to stare and strain
In prayerful supplication out of hell—
Like these, what pity could I hope to gain
From Madeleine?
In prayerful supplication out of hell—
Like these, what pity could I hope to gain
From Madeleine?
They sued to thee for love, O Madeleine.
They laid down wealth and power, but all in vain:
Thy heart was agate then, and hard thine eyes.
None came as master, so each perished, slain
Because he dared not woo in kingly guise,
And tell thy heart he held the right to reign
O'er Madeleine.
They laid down wealth and power, but all in vain:
Thy heart was agate then, and hard thine eyes.
None came as master, so each perished, slain
Because he dared not woo in kingly guise,
And tell thy heart he held the right to reign
O'er Madeleine.
What tho' they strove and lost, O Madeleine.
Because thou scorn'd'st their suit shall I refrain!
Because thou scorn'd'st their suit shall I refrain!
