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Perfection came and whispered in your ear
     "Listen, I'm here";
You turned away and moaned to me: "My dear,
     We must not hear.

"Let us be wise, my love, and be afraid—
     Even though God made
The glory, yours and mine, that we have known,
'Tis best to fly before the glory's flown.
     Go, fly, my own.

"To-morrow I might come, aflame, athirst,
     And take you first
Before you'd waked to love, and your dark eyes
Would close their lids upon my paradise,
     And in my Hell
I'd break your dream and burn my soul as well."

I said to you: "Oh man of little faith!
     It is no wraith

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