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Ariadne on Naxos
O Theseus, I love thee ever more!
Your departure has me filled and fulfilled;
Yet should you need me, I’ll wait on this shore
And gifts I’ll keep ready ‘til death has me stilled.
Remorse, never find, when you see in a dream
The maiden you graced, by whose string you live:
You’ve glory to win, your helmet to gleam;
Just was that morn if I’ve no more to give.
My heart in this deception will abide
Til night eternal gladly falls on me.
If honest, I’d drown in th’imprisoning tide
That keeps me, in shame deserved, from thee.
I risked myself for love, and now betrayed,
My self has been hollowed; my worth’s been payed.
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