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1 It ended, and the morrow brought the task. 2 Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in 3 By shutting all too zealous for their sin: 4 Each sucked a secret, and each wore a mask. 5 But, oh, the bitter taste her beauty had! 6 He sickened as at breath of poison-flowers: 7 A languid humour stole among the hours, 8 And if their smiles encountered, he went mad, 9 And raged deep inward, till the light was brown 10 Before his vision, and the world, forgot, 11 Looked wicked as some old dull murder-spot. 12 A star with lurid beams, she seemed to crown 13 The pit of infamy: and then again 14 He fainted on his vengefulness, and strove 15 To ape the magnanimity of love, 16 And smote himself, a shuddering heap of pain.
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