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WHY DEPRIVE me, my Fate,
of my woman's right
boldly to conquer the best of life's prizes
with mine own arrogant power,
and not to keep gazing at emptiness,
waiting for some chance drifting towards me
with the withered fruit of weary days of patience?
Send me without pity to the utter risk of my all for the treasure
guarded behind rudely forbidding barricades.
Never for me is to steal into the bridal chamber
with the timid tinkling of anklets
in a dim twilight dusk,
but recklessly to rush
into the desperate danger of love,
by some troubled sea,
where its stormy vehemence would snatch away from my face
the veil of shrinking maidenliness,
and amidst the ominous shrieks of sea-birds
could be raised to my warrior my cry
You are mine own.
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