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IN LEASH TO THE STRANGER

I have confided him to other hands,
The lithe, strong lion-creature I adore;
Have left him all amort,
Left him, and closed between the river door.
The river floods!—If he should break his bands!—
The house is echoless as one were dead...
A ruffle in the hall, the snort
Of the deploying majesty, the tread!