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/ I. The tripod flared with a purple spark, / And the mist hung emerald in the dark: / Now he stooped to the lilac flame / Over the glare of the amber embers, / Thrice to utter no earthly name; / Thrice, like a mind that half remembers; / Bathing his face in the magic mist / Where the brilliance burned like an amethyst.
/ II. "Sylph, whose soul was born of mine, / Born of the love that made me thine, / Once more flash on my eyes! Again / Be the loved caresses taken! / Lip to lip let our forms remain! -- / Here in the circle sense, awaken! / Ere spirit meet spirit, the flesh laid by, / Let me touch thee, and let me die."