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I. The slow reflection of a woman's face / Grew, as by witchcraft, in the oval space / Of that strange glass on which the moon looked in: -- / As cruel as death beneath the auburn hair / The dark eyes burned; and, o'er the faultless chin, -- / Evil as night yet as the daybreak fair, -- / Rose-red and sensual smiled the mouth of sin.
II. The glorious throat and shoulders and, twin crests / Of snow, the splendid beauty of the breasts, / Filled soul and body with the old desire. -- / Daughter of darkness! how could this thing be? / You, whom I loathed! for whom my heart's fierce fire / Had burnt to ashes of satiety! / You, who had sunk my soul in all that's dire!