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 The direst of divine things made,

As red the fire-scathed royal northland bloom, That left our story a name Dyed through with blood and flame Ere her life shrivelled from a fierier doom Than theirs her priests bade pass from earth in fire To slake the thirst of God their Lord's desire: As keen the blast of love-enkindled fate That burst the Paduan tyrant's guarded gate: As sad the softer moan Made one with music's own For one whose feet made music as they fell On ways by loveless love made hot from hell: But higher than these and all the song thereof