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 Sing on, O little voice: She cannot hear; There is a pact between us.

Now I stand And feel her eyes' soft element within, Upon, around me, melting away life Into these few full throbbing moments.—Lo! Her tears again—her disavowal clean Of any thought of falseness. Lo! her words— I might have lived beside her all these days In perfect joy; words, blandishments and tears Already staggering me with their old might Of coiling fascinations; and one tear A drop that, falling straight into my heart, Fills it too full for speaking a long time The ready thing of pardon and of love.

See! am I Lord here?—This fair sight of Her, Working the whole impassioned prodigy As 'twere of all her beauty, just to win Me this time and, at any cost, be queen Of this one present, as of many pasts— Hath ever it been fairer, more complete?