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She sleeps. They may not meet again
E'en in death's cold embrace.
Oh, ne'er beside that hallowed dust
His recreant ashes place.

She lived while fortune smiled for him,
Without a changeful frown:
She lived while Heaven bestowed an heir
On his Imperial crown.

But when the smitten idol bowed,
Beneath misfortune's stroke,
She had a human heart – it bled;
A woman's heart – it broke.

No cannon-peal booms o'er her grave,
No drooping banner there shall wave,
But her's shall be a purer fame
Than that which gilds the conqueror's name.