“Such bright blood is a ray enkindled

Of that sun, in heaven that shines,

And has been left behind entangled

And caught in the net of the many vines.”

“Such bright blood is a ray enkindled Of that sun, in heaven that shines, And has been left behind entangled And caught in the net of the many vines.”

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When Lachesis has spun out the thread of life. ↩