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will you vex me with your futile conflict, Why will you strive with me, O foolish Fate? You cannot break me with your poignant envy, You cannot slay me with your subtle hate: For all the cruel folly you pursue I will not cry with suppliant hands to you.

You may perchance wreck in your bitter malice The radiant empire of mine eager eyes. . . Say, can you rob my memory's dear dominion O'er sunlit mountains and sidereal skies? In my enduring treasuries I hold Their ageless splendour of unravished gold.

You may usurp the kingdoms of my hearing. . . Say, shall my scatheless spirit cease to hear 92