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 Beauty and Pain! Death will not come with thee, O Pain! Life will not come with thee, O Beauty! The fires of hell are but a taper's flame compared to this.

Thy guest, O Bed of Brass, Looks on thee with a yearning glance. And yet her soul, bearing the torch of Pain, Is searching all the worlds for Death.