 | A Lost Epic and Other Poems |  |
She turned and struck the door with trembling hand,
And listened trembling. “Man within,” she cried,
“Answer; I am alone.”
And listened trembling. “Man within,” she cried,
“Answer; I am alone.”
No voice replied.
Then plucked she from her brows the moon, and tore
Her dyed attire; and, beating on the door,
Shrieked: “Answer, answer, answer!”
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Her dyed attire; and, beating on the door,
Shrieked: “Answer, answer, answer!”
| A Lost Epic and Other Poems | |