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22 Yet come no nearer! Shouldst thou pass this door,

My heart that so importunes thee would break.

Go back a little! for compassion's sake,

Go back! and hither—ah, return no more!

In vain, in vain! O awful Majesty!

Thy very breath appalls my fluttering heart.

Invader dread, what strength have I, or art—

What, save my anguish, to oppose 'gainst thee? . ..

Enter! the door is open. Yet this much

Let my submission of thy pity earn:

When through the shaded portal thou return,

On me—me, also, lay thy easeful touch!