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✦ 41 ✦ English Lessons When Desdemona sang her song— And little of her life remained, She did not sing to star-crossed love, But to a willow sobbed her pain. When Desdemona sang her song In trembling voice, but did not cry, That night her night-dark love prepared A psalm of weeping riversides. And when Ophelia sang her song— And little of her life remained, Her soul’s despair was swept aloft Like tempest-scattered stalks of hay. And when Ophelia sang her song, Undone by too much bitter grief, What trophies took she to the deep? Sweet celandine and willow leaf. And shedding passion like old robes, They sank into the pool of night To drown and drench their loving flesh In galaxies of endless light. ...

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