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Once Let A Maiden Admit The Possibility Of Her Being Stricken With Love For Some One At A Certain Hour And Place, And The Thing Is As Good As Done.

That Aspects Are Within Us; And Who Seems Most Kingly Is The King.

To Be Loved To Madness--such Was Her Great Desire. Love Was To Her The One Cordial Which Could Drive Away The Eating Loneliness Of Her Days. And She Seemed To Long For The Abstraction Called Passionate Love More Than For Any Particular Lover.

Black Chaos Comes, And The Fettered Gods Of The Earth Say, Let There Be Light.

When Yellow Lights Struggle With Blue Shades In Hairlike Lines.