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Act II, Scene IV

"Christian", she looking with her eyes,
heard not the honeyed phrasing
of one yearning passion's surprise,
"Her smile turned your heart to blazing,
mine to know the rejected's demise".

She was from the first too good for him,
as beauty is distant from the admiring.
yet, once envisioned, smitten. The whim
became his life's resolve, despite conspiring
fates filling Christian's cup to the brim.

It was an unseen soul that could move her,
(not beauty in the countenance then visible,
tongue-tied, stumbling, unable to soothe her
longing to hear love's lyrics, indivisible
from the heart's having spoken), now to lose her?


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