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She is beautiful yet, with her wondrous hair / And eyes that are stormy with fitful light, / The delicate hues of brow and cheek / Are unmarred all, rose-clear and bright; / That matchless frame yet holds at bay / The crouching bloodhounds, Remorse, Decay.
There is no fear in her great dark eyes -- / No hope, no love, no care, / Stately and proud she looks around / With a fierce, defiant stare; / Wild words deform her reckless speech, / Her laugh has a sadness tears never reach.