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The priest almost the peer of Deity
With worship reasonable, temperate,
But I must wait as you must wander.
Flavian:
Nay,
O anchor of my life's unstable ship,
You cannot love me if you let me go.
(Kisses the hem of her robe.)
Theonöe.(Lays her hand on his head):
I love you well enough to leave you, Dear.
Your sun be high in Heaven when mine is set.
What would you do in the eternal night
For whom no day has ever been too long,
Who have the Summer sunshine in your hair,
The morning freshness in your clear blue eyes,
Who blythely to the banquet of your life
Address you, with so keen a zest of it.
