Were to come from his charnel-cave,

Stealthily creeping with bated breath,

Stealthily creeping with eyes of death—

And crouch at her feet a slave.

She would prattle in silvery tone,

Questioning him with her laughing eyes,

Questioning him with a glad surprise,

The love that lit her own.

In a mask of human guise,

Bound for a dark and a deadly deed,

Hurrying past with pitiless speed—

At the glance of her pure blue eyes.

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A bright seraph undefiled,

Fain would she linger in glad amaze—

Lovingly linger to ponder and gaze,

On the happy, innocent child.

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