<h2><SPAN name="page210"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>EURYDICE</h2>
<p style="text-align: center">TO VICTOR HUGO</p>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Orpheus</span>, the night
is full of tears and cries,<br/>
And hardly for the storm and ruin shed<br/>
Can even thine eyes be certain of her head<br/>
Who never passed out of thy spirit’s eyes,<br/>
But stood and shone before them in such wise<br/>
As when with love her lips and hands were fed,<br/>
And with mute mouth out of the dusty dead<br/>
Strove to make answer when thou bad’st her rise.</p>
<p class="poetry">Yet viper-stricken must her lifeblood feel<br/>
The fang that stung her sleeping, the foul germ<br/>
Even when she wakes of hell’s most poisonous
worm,<br/>
Though now it writhe beneath her wounded heel.<br/>
Turn yet, she will not fade nor fly from thee;<br/>
Wait, and see hell yield up Eurydice.</p>
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