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A drug, and said it would recover The lost heart of her faithless lover. She trembled as she turned to see His demon sneer’s malignity; And every step was winged with dread, To hear the curse howled as she fled. It is the purple twilight’s hour, And is in ’s bower. He has brought gold, as gold could bless His work of utter desolateness! He has brought gems, as if Despair Had any pride in being fair! But only wept, and wreathed Her white arms round his neck; then breathed