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THE DAUGHTERS OF PANDARUS.
We were the nurslings of four goddesses,And grew together in glad innocence,
Nor ever felt the need of a defence
From other's envy at our blessedness,
Who did not sin by boasting or excess;
Yet suddenly there came, we knew not whence,
A blinding whirl of wings, a numbing sense
Of claws, which bore us with unwounding stress
Into a darkness, somewhere under earth,
Lit by eyes gleaming under cloudy brows
Of three, who swathed our maiden limbs with girth
Of thick soft black, and bound us with sad vows,
Where we sit very still, away from mirth,
Watching for ever in Hell's empty house.
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