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 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
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Now there was one who came in later daysTo play at Emperor: in the dead of night
Stole crown and sceptre, and stood forth to light
In sudden purple. The dawn's straggling rays
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With red hands at her throat—a piteous sight.
Then the new Cæsar, stricken with affright
At his own daring, shrank from public gaze
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |