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SAINT MAURA.
Looks bright with counsel.—Then they drove me madWith talk of nameless tortures waiting you—And I could save you! You would hear your love—They knew you loved me, cruel men! And then—Then came a dream; to say one little word,One easy wicked word, we both might say,And no one hear us, but the lictors round;One tiny sprinkle of the incense grains,And both, both free! And life had just begun—Only three months—short months—your wedded wife!Only three months within the cottage there—Hoping I bore your child. . . .Ah! husband! Saviour! God! think gently of me! .I am forgiven! . . .And then another dream;A flash—so quick, I could not bear the blaze;I could not see the smoke among the light—To wander out through unknown lands, and leadYou by the hand through hamlet, port, and town,On, on, until we died; and stand each day
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