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's such a glory on thy cheek, And such a magic power around thee, That, if I would, I could not break The spell with which thine eyes have bound me.

Though all my stubborn heart rebel Against the thraldom of thy frown, The tameless spirit thou canst quell, And keep the bursting madness down.

I vainly struggle to be free; I rouse that withering pride in vain, Whose blight might change my love for thee To fiery hate, or cold disdain.

I loathe my very soul, that bears To drink thy poisonous love-draughts up, Until my frenzied spirit swears To dash to earth the dazzling cup.

Yet every effort of my heart To cast thee off but draws thee nearer; And rage and agony impart A venom-charm, that makes thee dearer. F. H.