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“And After This—”
I read the angel's hest in his dread eyes,
And when he turned I followed, shivering
For lack of that lost body used to cling
About me till God smote off its disguise.
So followed I who could none otherwise,
Until he brought where God had bidden him bring,
Even to a place wherein was everything
That erst exceedingly I used to prize.
And when he turned I followed, shivering
For lack of that lost body used to cling
About me till God smote off its disguise.
So followed I who could none otherwise,
Until he brought where God had bidden him bring,
Even to a place wherein was everything
That erst exceedingly I used to prize.
There saw I gold and jewels uncounted spread;
There heard I voices pealing forth acclaim;
There saw I lust in fullness banqueted.
Lust's dearth and fullness were to me the same;
And nought to me was wealth and nought was fame;
And nothing had I won to love instead.
There heard I voices pealing forth acclaim;
There saw I lust in fullness banqueted.
Lust's dearth and fullness were to me the same;
And nought to me was wealth and nought was fame;
And nothing had I won to love instead.
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