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I hear my name,

Blared upon the cruel street,

Echoed in my close retreat,

Breathing fame, and branding shame:

Evermore it mocks my dream.

Though I wear the purple fine—

All the pomp of Palestine—

Ravens over Gaza scream:

"Delilah!"

And when most I should be gay

For my triumph,—lo! my sight