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FRANCESCA AND PAOLO.
In that dim-lighted land where bideThe spirits who have sinned below,
One newly come saw by her glide,
In silence mournfully and slow,
That other who upon her turned
Sad eyes that alway swam in tears,
And moved dry lips that constant burned
With kisses never through the years
Of dateless æons to be kissed.
Forever doomed the one to see
Her loved Paolo near, and list
In vain for loving words; to be
Forever witness of his pain,
And look and long for aye to ease
The anguish of his heart. Sad twain!
What lovers' torments like to these?
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