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Two of one name; they standing where the sun / Makes shadows in the orchard-bloom of spring; / She holding in her palm a jewelled ring, / He speaking on what evil it had done.
"Raise thy pale face and wondrous eyes to mine; / Let not thy poor lips quiver in such pain; / Too young and blindly thou hast drunk the wine / Crushed from the lees of love. Be strong again.
Trail back thy golden hair from thy broad brow, / And raise thy lily neck like some tall tower, / That recks not any strife nor any hour,
So it but holds its height, heeding not how.
The noblest find their way o'er paths of ire / To the clear summit of God's full desire. "