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The World’s Tragedy
The World’s Tragedy (1910), PDF p. 65
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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY.
EVADNE
Chrysis ! could one weary of
All thine opulence of love ?
CHRYSIS
I am fair ; I cannot fear.
Was my tongue too eager, dear ?
EVADNE
Never, never, never ! Here,
Coil the roses close, a cluster
In the flax, the lyric lustre !
CHRYSIS
In the white waves that carouse
On the satyr’s beetle brows,
Plait a wreath of laurustine
With the broad leaves of the vine !
SALMACIS
Sweet Lysander, now thou knowest
All the oracle obscure !
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