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<h3><SPAN name="XXVII" id="XXVII"></SPAN>XXVII</h3>
<h3><i>The Last Gift</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">What shall I give to her who will not care<br/></span>
<span class="i2">If I give soul or roses, will not know<br/></span>
<span class="i2">How that, for sweets she’ll spend, light smiles she’ll sow,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I will reap bitter tears? If she could wear<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Those tears as stars to sparkle in her hair!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">What shall I give? I have not fall’n so low<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I may not lay one gift before I go<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the altar of my heart’s despair.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">She will not know; yet, in my love a king,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I must be worthy of my crown and throne,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And so can sacrifice no little thing.<br/></span>
<span class="i4">My life, my soul are worthless since her scorn.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Slay we then love on love’s red altar-stone—<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Beggared of all, I face the world forlorn.<br/></span></div>
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