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Then there welled from her lips all the glory Of music delirious with words; Of music that told the heart's story, And trembled with God-given words, And rang like the crossing of swords. And it seemed that the spirit of Beauty Swept through it with farewells and sighs; The spirits of Beauty and Duty, And Love with his beautiful eyes; And Heaven, and Hell with its cries; Sad Hell with a tempest of cries.