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She had so recently known the strange pain of being born. SHE HAD SO RECENTLY KNOWN THE STRANGE PAIN OF BEING BORN
ied for me—for your sake; just to watch your loveless beauty, to hear the cold music of your voice. You are like the moon that turns men mad, a hollow shell of silver drawing all your light from the sun of life, a silver shadow of the golden sun." But prayer and reproach were alike in vain. Silencieux remained unheeding, and Antony returned to watch by Beatrice's side, with a heart that had now no hope, and a soul weighed down with the sense of irrevocable sin. There lay the little life he had murdered, delivered up to the Moloch of Art. No sorrow, no agonies, were now of any avail for ever. Little Wonder would surely die, and all the old lost opportunities of loving her could never return. He had loved the shadow. This was a part of the price. Day after day the cruel fever consumed Wonder as fire consumes a flower. Her tiny face seemed too small for the visitation of such suffering as burned and hammered behind the high white brow, and yellowed and drew tight the skin upon the cheeks. AT LOVED ME THAT WOULD HAVE DIED FOR ME FOR YOUR SAKE JUST TO WATCH YOUR LOVELESS BEAUTY TO HEAR THE COLD MUSIC OF YOUR VOICE YOU ARE LIKE THE MOON THAT TURNS MEN MAD A HOLLOW SHELL OF SILVER DRAWING ALL YOUR LIGHT FROM THE SUN OF LIFE A SILVER SHADOW OF THE GOLDEN SUN BUT PRAYER AND REPROACH WERE ALIKE IN VAIN SELA REMAINED UNHEEDING AND ANTONY RETURNED TO WATCH BY BEATRICE'S SIDE WITH A HEART THAT HAD NOW NO HOPE AND A SOUL WEIGHED DOWN WITH THE SENSE OF IRREVOCABLE SIN THERE LAY THE LITTLE LIFE HE HAD MURDERED DELIVERED UP TO THE MOLOCH OF ART NO SORROW NO AGONIES WERE NOW OF ANY AVAIL FOREVER LITTLE WONDER WOULD SURELY DIE AND ALL THE OLD LOST OPPORTUNITIES OF LOVING HER COULD NEVER RETURN HE HAD LOVED THE SHADOW THIS WAS A PART OF THE PRICE DAY AFTER DAY THE CRUEL FEVER CONSUMED WONDER AS A FIRE CONSUMES A FLOWER HER TINY FACE SEEMED TOO SMALL FOR THE VISITATION OF SUCH SUFFERING AS BURNED AND HAMMERED BEHIND THE HIGH WHITE BROW AND YELLOWED AND DREW TIGHT THE SKIN UPON THE CHEEKS
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