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But this was my reward for all I'd borne, My loyalty and love! To see her eyes Hollow from tears for him; her thin cheeks worn With grief for him; to know them all for lies, Her vows of faith to me; to come forlorn, Where I had hoped to come on Paradise, On Hell's black gulf; and, as if not enough, Soiled as she was and outcast, still to love!