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TO VICTOIRE, ON HER MARRIAGE.

Victoire! I knew thee in thy land,
Where I was strange to all:
I heard thee; and were strange to me
The words thy lips let fall.

I loved thee—for the Babel curse
Was meant not for the heart:
I parted from thee, in such way
As those who love may part.

And now a change hath come to us,
A sea doth rush between!
I do not know if we can be
Again as we have been.

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