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So long, thou barrest up no door
 To stay the coming of her feet?
So long, thou answerest no more,
 Lest in her ear thy cry be sweet?

Dost know the voice in which she says,
 "No more henceforth our paths divide;
In loneliest nights, in crowded days,
 I am forever by thy side"?

Then dost thou know, perchance, the spell
 The gods laid on her at her birth,—
The viewless gods who mingle well
 Strange love and hate of us on earth.

Weapon and time, the hour, the place,
 All these are hers to take, to choose,
To give us neither rest nor grace,
 Not one heart-throb to miss or lose.

All these are hers; yet stands she, slave,
 Helpless before our one behest:
The gods, that we be shamed not, gave,
 And locked the secret in our breast.

She to the gazing world must bear
 Our crowns of triumph, if we bid;
Loyal and mute, our colors wear,
 Sign of her own forever hid.