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Lora:—
"O! Laël, cease! What happiness can be
For love as mad as that possessed by thee?
I love the bright ideal I dreamed thou wert,
And e'er shall keep that image in my heart.
That heart needs not love's object save in mind,
And in the thought of having loved will find
More happiness than baser love could gain,
And naught of misery, or woe, or pain.
Farewell farewell forever! We must part!—
Oh go! Have pity on this wretched heart."

He turned him trembling toward the shining lake.
He spoke not—paused not, nor farewell did take;
He pushed his shallop o'er the yielding sand,
And seized the dripping oar in his hand;