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Like eyes that looked on Wastes—
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank—and steady Wilderness—
Diversified by Night—
 
Just Infinites of Nought—
As far as it could see—
So looked the face I looked upon—
So looked itself—on Me—
 
I offered it no Help—
Because the Cause was Mine—
The Misery a Compact
As hopeless—as divine—
 
Neither—would be absolved—
Neither would be a Queen
Without the Other—Therefore—
We perish—tho’ We reign—

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