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Rh (To the women):

Of her life The torch burns thin and shaken, like a flame Toss'd in the winds of adverse destiny.

(Softly, but clearly):

I dream'd my life away. I live but now. One instant waking, as eternal night Is closing in upon me, soft as sleep.

(Passionately to )

Come, mouth of mortal, consecrate my lips Anew, to Aphrodite, from my brow Lay by the laurel, crown me with a kiss, And set a withering rose upon my hair, A rose that should have flower'd a brief day thro' Whose bloom was shed or ever the noontide came, Who dies as I die, victim to the Sun.

Burn out, false Sun, extinguishing the day!