Part ii

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Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny, and youth is vain, And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.

_Christabel. Part ii ._

They stood aloof, the scars remaining,-- Like cliffs which had been rent asunder: A dreary sea now flows between.

_Christabel. Part ii ._

Perhaps 't is pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other; To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm.

_Christabel. Conclusion to