  ’Tis written in the Writing how a pair Of angels dwelt with children of the dust, And judged between the just and the unjust; Loyal to God, until a woman, fair As sun or stars, entangled in her hair The hearts of those twin angels, and dark lust Consumed them, till they whispered, ‘Surely must We temper justice to a thing so rare.’ God punished those false angels, yet if I Were placed like them upon some judgment-seat Speaking the law, and you came wandering by, One smile of yours would fling me at your feet Crying, ‘Have pity upon me, O most sweet! Do with me as you will, and let me die.’ |
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