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- THE LOVER SPEAKS TO THE HEARERS OF HIS SONGS IN COMING DAYS
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- O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
- When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
- And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air
- And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;
- Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song,
- Till the Attorney for Lost Souls cry her sweet cry,
- And.call to my beloved and me: "No longer fly
- Amid the hovering, piteouS, penitential throng.'
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