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Around me thundered the deafening noise of the street, / In mourning apparel, portraying majestic distress, / With queenly fingers, just lifting the hem of her dress, / A stately woman passed by with hurrying feet.
Agile and noble, with limbs of perfect poise, / Ah, how I drank, thrilled through like a Being insane, / In her look, a dark sky, from whence springs forth the hurricane, / There lay but the sweetness that charms, and the joy that destroys.