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 Ah too infallibly, the phantom thing, The doubt, the dread within me? ah, my Sweet, Is this once more your voice assuring me— With some rare music rather than one word Of those fair whispered oaths of constancy; Yea, till, as ever, I am come to smile And glory in you, and believe you pure— All mine, for ever, past a change in thought?

But no! It is the little voice of the Steel Here safe against my breast and fairly hid: The Steel is singing to me, very low, A tender song entrancing me;—O joy! The Steel says you will ne'er escape me more; You will be true to me; you will be mine; No man shall touch you after me; no face, However strangely fair, shall have the art To draw one look from you, to charm and rouse That wondrous little snake of treachery That was for ever lurking for me—sure To spring upon me out of the least look Or promise, safe to be curled up beneath