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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed—
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me—and I smiled—
My Soul—that Morning—was My friend—
Her favor—is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time—or Men—
But Her Disdain—'twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire—
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Comments1just saw My Soul—accused me—And I quailed again, luv the line "As Tongue of Diamond had reviled", read it when I was young too.