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 Shall I play the pavanne For a dead child or the scene where that girl Lets fall her hair, and the loud chords descend As though her hair were metal, clashing along Over the tower, and a dumb chord receives it? This may be wisdom: abstinence, beauty is nothing, That you regret me, that I feign defiance. And now I have written you this, it is nothing. [ 7 ]