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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
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"Ah me, the melancholy word I hear,Oppressive beyond every kind of death!No, by the Deities, take heart nor dareTo give me up—no, by our children tooMade orphans of! But rise, be resolute!Since, thou departed, I no more remain!For in thee are we bound up, to existOr cease to be—so we adore thy love!"
—Which brought out truth to judgment. At this wordAnd protestation, all the truth in herClaimed to assert itself: she waved awayThe blue-eyed black-wing'd phantom, held in checkThe advancing pageantry of Hades there,And, with no change in her own countenance,She fixed her eyes on the protesting man,And let her lips unlock their sentence,—so!
