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Poem	SONNET CLXII. Di dì in dì vo cangiando il viso e 'l pelo. HIS WOUNDS CAN BE HEALED ONLY BY PITY OR DEATH. I alter day by day in hair and mien,Yet shun not the old dangerous baits and dear,Nor sever from the laurel, limed and green,Which nor the scorching sun, nor fierce cold sear.Dry shall the sea, the sky be starless seen,Ere I shall cease to covet and to fearHer lovely shadow, and—which ill I screen—To like, yet loathe, the deep wound cherish'd here:[Pg 177]For never hope I respite from my pain,From bones and nerves and flesh till I am free,Unless mine enemy some pity deign,Till things impossible accomplish'd be,None but herself or death the blow can healWhich Love from her bright eyes has left my heart to feel. Macgregor.
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