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  "venue": "The Court and Society Review (13 December 1887), p. 587, as “Un Amant de Nos Jours”",
  "note": "The revised text and the title “The New Remorse”, which this record follows, come from The Spirit Lamp 2, no. 4 (6 December 1892), p. 97. Mason records the earlier readings. Stuart Mason, A Bibliography of the Poems of Oscar Wilde (London, 1907), is the authority for this printing.",
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    "text": "The sin was mine; I did not understand.",
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   {
    "text": "So now is music prisoned in her cave,",
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    "text": "Save where some ebbing desultory wave",
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    "text": "Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.",
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    "text": "And in the withered hollow of this land",
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    "text": "Hath Summer dug herself so deep a grave,",
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   {
    "text": "That hardly can the leaden willow crave",
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    "text": "One silver blossom from keen Winter’s hand.",
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   {
    "text": "But who is this who cometh by the shore?",
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   {
    "text": "(Nay, love, look up and wonder!) Who is this",
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    "text": "Who cometh in dyed garments from the South?",
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    "text": "It is thy new-found Lord, and he shall kiss",
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    "text": "The yet unravished roses of thy mouth,",
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    "text": "And I shall weep and worship, as before.",
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