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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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