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1Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair,
2  And gaze upon her smile;
3Seem as you drank the very air
4  Her breath perfumed the while;
5And wake for her the gifted line,
6  That wild and witching lay,
7And swear your heart is as a shrine,
8  That only holds her sway.
9'Tis well: I am revenged at last;--
10  Mark you that scornful cheek,--
11The eye averted as you pass'd,
12  Spoke more than words could speak.
13Ay, now by all the bitter tears
14  That I have shed for thee,--
15The racking doubts, the burning fears,--
16  Avenged they well may be--
17By the nights pass'd in sleepless care,
18  The days of endless woe;
19All that you taught my heart to bear,
20  All that yourself will know.
21I would not wish to see you laid
22  Within an early tomb;
23I should forget how you betray'd,
24  And only weep your doom:
25But this is fitting punishment,
26  To live and love in vain,--
27O my wrung heart, be thou content,
28  And feed upon his pain.
29Go thou and watch her lightest sigh,--
30  Thine own it will not be;
31And bask beneath her sunny eye,--
32  It will not turn on thee.
33'Tis well: the rack, the chain, the wheel,
34  Far better hadst thou proved;
35Ev'n I could almost pity feel,
36  For thou art not beloved.
 What thou lovest well remains,
                  the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
                or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
    Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
Ezra Pound Pisan Cantos, LXXXI