Chapter XXXIII

Clem. Lift the dark veil of years! Behind, what waits?

A human heart. Vast city, where reside

All glories and all vilenesses; while foul,

Yet silent, through the roar of passions rolls

The river of the Darling Sin, and bears

A life and yet a poison on its tide.

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Clem. Thy wi