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And your face was as white as the light of the moon
 On the pale-browed rocks by the sea;
You spoke and I knew that the chains of your love
 Must forever be freedom to me.

My master had spoken; he called for his own,
 And I could not and would not be brave;
I gave him my kingdom, surrendered my throne
 And I sceptered and crowned him—my slave.

1872.