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 Her proud and marble brow was faintly flushed; Upon her flawless lips and in her eyes A mild light flickered as the young sunrise, Glad, sacred, terrible, serene and hushed.

Then I cried out, and rose with pure wrath wild, Desperate with hatred of Fate's slavery And this cold cruel Demon. With that cry, I left her, and sought out the piteous child.

"Darling, 'tis nothing that I shed and weep These tears of fire that wither all the heart, These bloody sweats that drain and sear and smart. I love you, and you'll kiss me when I sleep!"