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Act III, Scene IV


Do not profane the place where time was stilled,
where all was now, the past blank history,
while into one fair face the fates distilled
their captive irridescent mystery,
that Beauty pantheons appreciate.
Two mortal eyes did see in rare display,
Roxane. Blessed Cyrano would resonate
the soul transformed, seeking a word to say,
who waking from his visitation's trance
responds, "Amen, I bow this humbled knee
in lifelong fealty and rise to dance
immortal joy at Fate's largesse to me!"
Roxane, the sun whose rise and set, became
For him, the raison d'etre of his name.



--Cyrano




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