me, crooning, "My love—my love—" under her breath like,
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And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks,
Glar'd a blood-red through all its thousand courts,
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And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds
Flush'd angerly: while sometimes eagle's wings,
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Darken'd the place; and neighing steeds were heard,
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