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/ There is not aught more merciless / Than such fast lips that will not speak, / That stir not if I curse or bless / A God that made them weak.
/ More madd'ning to one there is naught, / Than such white eyelids sealed on eyes, / Eyes vacant of the thing named thought, / An exile in the skies.
/ Ah, silent tongue! ah, ear so dull! / How angel utterances low / Have wooed you! they more beautiful / Than mortal harsh with woe!