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 Shatter her shining bracelets, break the string Threading the mystic marriage-beads that cling Loth to desert a sobbing throat so sweet, Unbind the golden anklets on her feet, Divest her of her azure veils and cloud Her living beauty in a living shroud. Nay, let her be! . . . what comfort can we give For joy so frail, for hope so fugitive? The yearning pain of unfulfilled delight, The moonless vigils of her lonely night, For the abysmal anguish of her tears, And flowering springs that mock her empty years? 14