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[330] Of her love the angels
     In heaven might tell,
While mine would be whispered
     With shudders in hell!

Twas well that the white ones
     Who bore her to bliss
Shut out from her new life
     The vision of this;

Else, sure as I stand here,
     And speak of my love,
She would leave for my darkness
     Her glory above.

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