Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
Action is transitory, a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that, 'Tis done--And in the after-vacancy, We wonder at ourselves, like men betrayed.
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