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She told me all her friends had said;
Henceforth I trust the man alone,
The woman cannot be believed.
'Thro' slander, meanest spawn of Hell (And women's slander is the worst), And you, whom once I loved so well, Thro' you, my life will be accurst.'
I spoke with heart, and heat and force,
I shook her breast with vague alarmsLike torrents from a mountain source
We rush'd into each other's arms.
We parted sweetly gleam'd the stars,
As homeward by the church I drew.
So fresh they rose in shadow'd swells; 'Dark porch,' I said, 'and silent aisle,
There comes a sound of marriage bells.