JOSÈ ZORRILLA.
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But thou hast one, who in a luckless hour
Inscribed another's name on thy worn stone:
'T was I, and that my deep relentless shame
Remains with thee alone.
When my lips named that name, they play'd me false;
When my hands graved it, 't was a like deceit;
Now it exists not; in time's impious course
'T was swept beneath his feet.
And that celestial name,
To time at length a prey,
A woman for my sin,
For a seraph snatch'd away;
The hurricane of life
Has left me, loved one, worse
For my eternal grief,
In pledge as of a curse,
Thy name ne'er from my thoughts to part,
Nor thy love ever from my heart.
