KARMA.
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Into his eyes there flashed a fire, Out of its scabbard leaped the blade; Three strides across the room he made— His heart beat hot with fierce desire. Cold is the wreck his steel has wrought, While living horror takes its stead:— Have all these years of calmness sped To miss at last, the prize he sought? O, blossom of that long-past life! O, venom of forgotten sin! So nearly won—again begin The long, long round of weary strife! Gelett Burgess.
