them ear That in this world he most should fear All things which loud or restless be. Who, dazzled by a passing shade, Follows it, never will be free Till the dread penalty be paid. FINIS 

The Demon came to visit me,

He said: "I would inquire of thee,

Her charming body's potent spell,

Which make the thing you love so well,

Thou didst rejoin: "How tell of parts,

Works magic in my heart of hearts?

What single grace is my delight?

And she consoles me as the night.

A harmony too exquisite

The numberless accords of it.

My separate senses all are blent;

And in her voice a subtle scent!"

One gives thee weeds to mourn withal;

And what to one is burial

And alway fills my heart with fear

Makes me the mighty Midas' peer

And in the gleaming fields on high

I build immense sarcophagi.

Upon the spirit aching for the light

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