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ADRIFT.
[Gregory.]
STRONG, did you think me, my darling?
Yes, I was strong with you;
Man, with a woman's deep heart in his hand,
Unto no king need sue.
And I thought, in the pride of my manhood,
I could know you alive in the world,
And rejoice in the joy of your being,
Though I might from your dais be hurled.
But I cannot, my darling, my darling!
You must die from me; perish, O sweet;
Let your music be silent, my bird, my bird!
I must listen no more for your feet.
Let your visage be veiled, O mine angel,
I am dazzled and burnt in its light;
Let me out to my compeers, like Judas,
Let me out to the desolate night.
