Nemesis.
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Inevitable fate!
Still must thy phantoms wait
And mock my shadow like its fearful twin?
Is there no final rest.
In this doom-haunted breast?
Does thy terrific patience wait therein?
Still must thy phantoms wait
And mock my shadow like its fearful twin?
Is there no final rest.
In this doom-haunted breast?
Does thy terrific patience wait therein?
"Aye! wander as thou wilt,
The blood thy hand hath spilt.
Stamps on thy brow its black, eternal sign;
Thyself thou canst not flee.
Writhe in thine agony!
Suffer! despair! thou art condemned—and mine."
The blood thy hand hath spilt.
Stamps on thy brow its black, eternal sign;
Thyself thou canst not flee.
Writhe in thine agony!
Suffer! despair! thou art condemned—and mine."
