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PODAS OKUS.

Lower yet, my own Briseis,
Denser shadows veil the light;
Hush, what is to be, to be is,
Close my eyes and say good night.
Lightly lay your rod lips, kissing,
On this cold mouth, while your thumbs
Lie on these cold eyelids pressing-
Pallas! thus thy soldier comes!