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Or blaze so brightly that you light the world
As pyre for her, your priestess and my bride,
Who gave you service, aye, who leaves me love!
Daphne.(To Flavian):
Dear, had we only known one perfect hour!
Better than long year of the barren bay,
Or bitter laurel's bloomless death-in-life
To have lain one hour a rose upon your breast!
A white rose on my love's heart withering
Render you up my sweets, then droop and die
Content that I had grac'd your life one hour!
Asclepiades.(To the people):
Not yet departing that white bird her soul,
The cage confining her but just unclos'd,
The sky still strange to her, so late enlarg'd,
Flutters a moment in the open door,
