The Legend of St. Loy With Other Poems. By John Abraham Heraud |
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“Talk not of love! hate be the theme“Of raving agony extreme!
“Each horrid cell re-echo still
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“Resound, ye demons of his spell,
“The same on earth! the same in hell!
“Till all around, above, below,
“It rive his maddened spirit so
“It start his stained steel from its sheath,
“And dole my invocated death!
“And wed me with my Husband slain,
“My martyred, innocent child, again!
“Or if thou love me — hear me still —
“And, if thine heart may know to feel,
“Let thy sword free me from my woe!
“Which is not hard for thee to do.
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