VII) Elsa
Away, away!
Our doom is sealed.
For nevermore
Can time restore
What innocence might yield,
As in the day
When love was play
And ignorance our shield.
But now, away!
‘Twere crime to stay;
The mortal words are said:
The question’s asked,
Our love unmasked,
And all our joy is dead.
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