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 TOUCH upon my shoulder, a kiss upon my hair, And then the world was empty, and darkness everywhere, Except where in the dimness, a ruby-eyed Despair Sat glaring, glaring at me, and calling from her lair : "Andromache, Andromache," The evil gods will follow where Hector heads the fray, It irks them that a mortal should nobler be than they; I see their airy weapons,- already poised to slay, I hear their backward whispers, as tauntingly they say : "Andromache, Andromache."