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595	Aldrich, Thomas Bailey	The Sisters' Tragedy, with Other Poems, Lyrical and Dramatic			.txt	text/plain	8767	1007	99	No purer love may mortals know than this, Her holy love that, like a vestal flame Had you but eyes to read within my soul.-Since like two souls at compt we seem to stand, A spot to dream in, love in, waste one's hours! High-hearted, witty, laughter-loving France! Love dies; hate cools; the Caesars come and go; Into the darkness, poets of a day; Our hearts are heavy and our eyes are dimmed. These neither death nor time shall dim, Sad words that shall be said some day-Whose breath sweeps mortal things away, May know what sweet majestic face A blind man knows the night, To brave men who hold life a thing of God. I know her wilful--her light head quite turned Though she that passed had lips like pinks. Hypatia--ah, what lovely things Who know the midnight of her eyes? If I speak of night or day,	./cache/595.txt	./txt/595.txt