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 TRONG, did you think me, my darling? Yes, I was strong with you; Man, with a woman's deep heart in his hand, Unto no king need sue. And I thought, in the pride of my manhood, I could know you alive in the world, And rejoice in the joy of your being, Though I might from your dais be hurled. But I cannot, my darling, my darling! You must die from me; perish, O sweet; Let your music be silent, my bird, my bird! I must listen no more for your feet. Let your visage be veiled, O mine angel, I am dazzled and burnt in its light; Let me out to my compeers, like Judas, Let me out to the desolate night.