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The Demon's Story.
Now hearken! derided the devil
(Buffoon of the powers of air);
I wearied of tempting the evil,
I wearied of vexing despair;
I hardly arrived for the revel;
I flew, but the mourning was there.
(Buffoon of the powers of air);
I wearied of tempting the evil,
I wearied of vexing despair;
I hardly arrived for the revel;
I flew, but the mourning was there.
Then cycle on cycle I waited
For one who was joyous and pure;
With mortals uncounted I mated,
Aye searching for happiness sure;
For innocence such as I hated,
To practice my torture or lure.
For one who was joyous and pure;
With mortals uncounted I mated,
Aye searching for happiness sure;
For innocence such as I hated,
To practice my torture or lure.
I found him, the raptured, the holy,
The man without trespass or tear;
His visage was loving and lowly,
His eyes beheld Paradise near;
But slowly his breathing fell; slowly
His riven heart reddened a spear.
The man without trespass or tear;
His visage was loving and lowly,
His eyes beheld Paradise near;
But slowly his breathing fell; slowly
His riven heart reddened a spear.
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