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THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 43. FAREWELL TO JULIET (5), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: I do not love you. To have said this once
Last Line: Which we do well to weep and weep again!


I do not love you. To have said this once
Had seemed to both of us a monstrous lie,
An idle boast, love's last extravagance
Or the mere paradox of vanity.
Now it is true and yet more hideously
More strangely monstrous. I, no less than you,
Here own at length the worm which cannot die,
The burden of a pain for ever new.
This is the "pang of loss," the bitterest
Which Hell can give. We are shut out from Heaven
And never more shall look upon Love's face,
Being with those who perish unforgiven.
Never to see Love's face! Ah, pain in pain,
Which we do well to weep and weep again!





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