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Cruel and fair! within thy hollowed hand / My heart is lying as a little rose, / So faint and faded, scarce could one suppose / It might look in thine eyes and understand / The song they sing unto a weary land, / Making it radiant, yet because I dare, / To love thee, being weak, lose not thine air / Of passive distance, fateful and most grand.
Pity me not, nor turn away awhile / Till absence's cloud has caught my passion up.
Ah, be not kind! for love's sake, be not kind! / Grant me the tragic deepness of the cup, / And when thine eyes have flashed and made me blind, / Kill me beneath the shadow of thy smile.