He had looked long upon the cold
Bare face of beauty. Now he knew
He had been impious, over-bold.
Behind him the perpetual hue
And cry would ring, the panting breath
Of hunted things be his; pale peace
A ghost. The rending fangs of death
At last … and only then release.
(Edith Mirick)
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