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POTIPHAR'S WIFE
XXVII.Star-wise, through sparkling rain; which more o'erpowered By grace, than greatness, to the sweet surrender.Like a charmed snake Conscience its cold hood lowered, While, soft as muted lute, in accents tenderHer rich lips murmured, "Oh, how long, how longWilt thou do thee and me this loveless wrong?"
XXVIII."How long? When I, who may command, implore, Being named Mistress of the Mouths of Nile?Yet, if into the Ocean those did pourSilver and gold all day, for one kind smileFrom those close-curtained eyes, for one light kissI would let sea-born Kneph take all of this!
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