Irene - Part 6
That night,
In league with Hell, ere morning streak'd the skies,
Left all its darkness in the misused eyes
Of Constantine the Porphyrogenete:
— The shadow of a shadow, forced to fleet
Out of the glare that gave him in men's sight
The semblance of a substance once.
In league with Hell, ere morning streak'd the skies,
Left all its darkness in the misused eyes
Of Constantine the Porphyrogenete:
— The shadow of a shadow, forced to fleet
Out of the glare that gave him in men's sight
The semblance of a substance once.
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