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‘Oh life is wonderful,' she said, / ‘And all my world is bright; / Can Paradise show fairer skies, / Or more effulgent light? ' / (Speak lower, lower, mortal heart, / The jealous gods may hear.)
She turned for answer; but his gaze / Cut past her like a lance, / And shone like flame on one who came / With radiant glance for glance. / (You spoke too loud, O mortal heart, / The jealous gods were near.)
They walked through green and sunlit ways; / And yet the earth seemed black, / For there were three, where two should be; / So runs the world, alack. / (The listening gods, the jealous gods, / They want no Edens here.)