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POTIPHAR'S WIFE
By my salt tears, and by my soul's disease,
Shut me no longer from the wished-for Heaven;
Its gate is there! There—in those arms tight-locked—
Open them—open! for my heart hath knocked!"
Shut me no longer from the wished-for Heaven;
Its gate is there! There—in those arms tight-locked—
Open them—open! for my heart hath knocked!"
XXXII.
"What gives thee fear, when I am none afeard?
Where is thy shame, if I am naught ashamed?
What whisper of our comforts shall be heard
From these still walls? How should thy blood be blamed
Mingling with mine, who come of Pharaoh's race?
With mine, that have these brows, this breast, this face?"
"What gives thee fear, when I am none afeard?
Where is thy shame, if I am naught ashamed?
What whisper of our comforts shall be heard
From these still walls? How should thy blood be blamed
Mingling with mine, who come of Pharaoh's race?
With mine, that have these brows, this breast, this face?"
XXXIII.
"Ah, thou most high and most beguiling one!"
Trembling he answered: "Tempt me not to this!
Easy it were to do, but ill, being done,
"Ah, thou most high and most beguiling one!"
Trembling he answered: "Tempt me not to this!
Easy it were to do, but ill, being done,
