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‘Will ye bring Flame’
‘Will ye bring flame to burn my shrine
Who am myself a flame?
Bring death to tame this charm of mine
That death can never tame?
Will ye bring fire to harm my head
Who am myself a fire?
Bring vengeance for your lovers dead
Upon the World's Desire?
Who am myself a flame?
Bring death to tame this charm of mine
That death can never tame?
Will ye bring fire to harm my head
Who am myself a fire?
Bring vengeance for your lovers dead
Upon the World's Desire?
Nay, women while the earth endures,
Your loves are not your own.
They love you not, these loves of yours,
Helen they love alone!
My face they seek in every face,
Mine eyes in yours they see,
They do but kneel to you a space,
And rise and follow me!’
Your loves are not your own.
They love you not, these loves of yours,
Helen they love alone!
My face they seek in every face,
Mine eyes in yours they see,
They do but kneel to you a space,
And rise and follow me!’
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