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/ Mark thou! a shadow crowned with fire of hell. / Man holds her in his heart as night doth hold / The moonlight memories of day's dead gold; / Or as a winter-withered asphodel / In its dead loveliness holds scents of old. / And looking on her, lo, he thinks 'tis well.
/ Who would not follow her whose glory sits, / Imperishably lovely on the air? / Who, from the arms of Earth's desire, flits / With eyes defiant and rebellions hair? -- / Hers is the beauty that no man shall share.