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The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes, —
The life still there, upon her hair;
the death upon her eyes.
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"Avaunt! to-night my heart is light.
No dirge will I upraise,
"But waft the angel on her flight
with a Pæan of old days!
"Let no bell toll!
lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
"Should catch the note
as it doth float up from the damnèd Earth.
"To friends above, from fiends below,
the indignant ghost is riven, —
"From Hell unto a high estate
far up within the Heaven, —
