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 And sunk myself as low as hell can steep "In its hot flood, drag others down as deep!

"Others--ha! yes--that youth who came to-day-- "Not him I loved--not him--oh! do but say, "But swear to me this moment 'tis not he, "And I will serve, dark fiend, will worship even thee!"

"Beware, young raving thing!--in time beware, "Nor utter what I can not, must not bear, "Even from thy lips. Go--try thy lute, thy voice, "The boy must feel their magic;--I rejoice "To see those fires, no matter whence they rise, "Once more illuming my fait Priestess' eyes; "And should the youth whom soon those eyes shall warm, "Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form, "So much the happier wilt thou find thy doom, "As one warm lover full of life and bloom "Excels ten thousand cold ones in the tomb. "Nay, nay, no frowning, sweet!--those eyes were made "For love, not anger--I must be obeyed."