Passion.

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The wine-loud laughter of indulged Desire
Upon his lips, and, in his eyes, the fire
Of uncontrol, he takes in reckless hands,—
And interrupts with discords,—the sad lyre
Of Love's deep soul, and never understands.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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