1        Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one,
2              Nor turn to me thy face;
3    The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down
4             Ere I will give thee grace.

5         Take thou thy shadow from my path,
6              Nor turn to me and pray;
7       The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing
8              Ere I will bid thee stay.

9         Turn thou away thy false dark eyes,
10              Nor gaze upon my face;
11      Great love I bore thee: now great hate
12             Sits grimly in its place.

13         All changes pass me like a dream,
14             I neither sing nor pray;
15       And thou art like the poisonous tree
16             That stole my life away.

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