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REFLEXIONS (II)
IN “OTHELLO”
A mirror faced a mirror: in sweet pain
His dangers with her pity did she track,
Received her pity with his love again,
And these she wafted back.
His dangers with her pity did she track,
Received her pity with his love again,
And these she wafted back.
That masculine passion in her little breast
She bandied with him; her compassion he
Bandied with her. What tender sport! No rest
Had love's infinity.
She bandied with him; her compassion he
Bandied with her. What tender sport! No rest
Had love's infinity.
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