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Hymen, O Hymen king, / what bitter thing is this? / what shaft, tearing my heart? / what scar, what light, what fire / searing my eye-balls and my eyes with flame? / nameless, O spoken name, / king, lord, speak blameless Hymen.
Why do you blind my eyes? / why do you dart and pulse / till all the dark is home, / then find my soul / and ruthless draw it back? / scaling the scaleless, / opening the dark? / speak, nameless, power and might; / when will you leave me quite? / when will you break my wings / or leave them utterly free / to scale heaven endlessly?