Dear, think not that they will forget you:
  - If craftsmanly art should be mine
I will build up a temple, and set you
    Therein as its shrine.
They may say: “Why a woman such honour?”
  - Be told, “O, so sweet was her fame,
That a man heaped this splendour upon her;
    None now knows his name.”
  - If craftsmanly art should be mine
I will build up a temple, and set you
    Therein as its shrine.
They may say: “Why a woman such honour?”
  - Be told, “O, so sweet was her fame,
That a man heaped this splendour upon her;
    None now knows his name.”
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