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Soft and hollow, how thou dost overcome the hard and full !

It dies, it gives itself ; to Thee is the fruit !

Be thou the Bride ; thou shalt be the Mother hereafter.

To all impressions thus. Let them not overcome thee ; yet let them breed within thee. The least of the impressions, come to its perfection, is Pan.

Receive a thousand lovers ; thou shalt bear but One Child.

This child shall be the heir of Fate the Father.