Abdication

I THINK you never were of earthly frame,
O truant from some charmed world unknown!
A fairy empress, you forsook your throne,
Fled your inviolate Court, and hither came;
Donned mortal vesture; wore a woman's name;
Like a mere woman, loved; and so are grown
At last a little human, save alone
For the wild elvish heart not Love could tame.
And one day I believe you will return
To your far isle amid the enchanted sea —
There, in your realm, perhaps remember me,
Perhaps forget: but I shall never learn!
I, loveless dust within a dreamless urn,
Dead to your beauty's immortality.
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