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The Curse at Farewell
THE-CURSE AT FARFWELL
Endured hard penance? Full in the fierce sun
A bitter lot Sambaran ' bore, to gaze,
Foodless, unwinking, in the fiery blaze,
Ere he won Tapati. Alas, but here
Is love so cheap, and knowledge only dear?
A thousand years of pain have passed, and lo!
The treasure that is yours you do not know?
Knowledge is there, I here; your swift eyes flit
In troubled eagerness from me to it,
From it to me. Your mind with anxious thought
Its secret worship to us both has brought.
Now in one day we come, yours to refuse
Or take. We stand together. Look, and choose,
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