SCENE III.

She gave one look, one piercing look,

Drew back her anguished soul,

Then murmured low, "O bitter hour!

But--God--forgive--the--whole--

Forgive--

O bitter power

Of love's death-hour,

I thought to tell him all,

To tell him all."

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