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POTIPHAR'S WIFE
XXVII.
Star-wise, through sparkling rain; which more o'erpowered
By grace, than greatness, to the sweet surrender.
Like a charmed snake Conscience its cold hood lowered,
While, soft as muted lute, in accents tender
Her rich lips murmured, "Oh, how long, how long
Wilt thou do thee and me this loveless wrong?"
Star-wise, through sparkling rain; which more o'erpowered
By grace, than greatness, to the sweet surrender.
Like a charmed snake Conscience its cold hood lowered,
While, soft as muted lute, in accents tender
Her rich lips murmured, "Oh, how long, how long
Wilt thou do thee and me this loveless wrong?"
XXVIII.
"How long? When I, who may command, implore,
Being named Mistress of the Mouths of Nile?
Yet, if into the Ocean those did pour
Silver and gold all day, for one kind smile
From those close-curtained eyes, for one light kiss
I would let sea-born Kneph take all of this!
"How long? When I, who may command, implore,
Being named Mistress of the Mouths of Nile?
Yet, if into the Ocean those did pour
Silver and gold all day, for one kind smile
From those close-curtained eyes, for one light kiss
I would let sea-born Kneph take all of this!
