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Now and Then
Once she held half the world in fee;
for evil and for good, a power.
But nothing lasts indefinitely.
She fails now in her fated hour,
hanging herself in her own rope.
We shall not see her like again?
Well, that’s too much, I think, to hope.
And yet her death-throes give me pain.