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THE BELOVED NAME.
To hear thy name by strangers spoken
With careless utterance, light and free,
Which in faint whisperings, choaked and broken,
I still pronounce so quiveringly.
With careless utterance, light and free,
Which in faint whisperings, choaked and broken,
I still pronounce so quiveringly.
Like ice and fire it thrills, it pains me;
A fatal music wraps that word—
It startles, wounds, and yet enchains me—
The deadliest, sweetest sound e'er heard.
A fatal music wraps that word—
It startles, wounds, and yet enchains me—
The deadliest, sweetest sound e'er heard.
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