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The stranger's hair was shorn like a lad's dark poll / And pale her ivory face: her eyes would fail / In silence when she looked: for all the whole / Darkness of failure was in them, without avail. / Dark in indomitable failure, she who had lost / Now claimed the host,
She softly passed the sorrowful flower shed / In blonde and white on the floor, nor even turned / Her head aside, but straight towards the bed / Moved with slow feet, and her eyes' flame steadily burned. / She looked at him as he lay with banded cheek, / And she started to speak