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Would that I also found the priestess' eye,

Much honor'd, much revered one, found thine eye,

O consecrated maid, more calm, more bright,

To all a happy omen! Still doth grief,

With gloom mysterious, shroud thy inner mind;

Vainly, through many a tedious year we wait

For one confiding utterance from thy breast.

Long as I've known thee in this holy place,

That look of thine hath ever made me shudder;

And, as with iron bands, thy soul remains

Lock'd in the deep recesses of thy breast.