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Rh meanest servant looks handsomer than you. That fever of longing has left my eyes for ever. You are not beautiful, my lord—you stand beyond all comparisons!

That which can be comparable with me lies within yourself.

If this be so, then that too is beyond comparison. Your love lives in me—you are mirrored in that love, and you see your face reflected in me: nothing of this mine, it is all yours, O lord!

I open the doors of this dark room to-day—the game is finished here! Come, come with me now, come outside—into the light!