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Act I, Scene V


Silence? Silence? How can the tongue
fail to speak whose heart's flagrant flood
would strangle on lyrics unsung?
Better unhorsed, skewered in the mud,
if love songs to the winds not flung.

Shouting over the head's howling storms,
speaking although no ear can hear,
lauding it in verses her vision forms,
broadcasting when first his eyes see her,
he voices the vows a bishop performs.

To hold at bay the tidal surge,
no reef man builds by force of will
could hope success should kingdoms urge
it so, nor quench passion's fire till
Destiny agrees these lovers merge.



--Cyrano





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