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 And in thine eyes are hollow light and heat.

Of flame not fed with hand or frankincense.

I fear thee for the trembling of thine eyes.

Neither with love they tremble nor for fear.

And thy mouth shuddering like a shot bird.

Not as the bride's mouth when man kisses it.

Nay, but what thing is this thing thou hast done?

Look, I am silent, speak your eyes for me.

I see a faint fire lightening from the hall.