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| | William Blake |
 | | Luvah was cast into the furnaces of affliction & sealed, and vala fed in cruel delight the furnaces with fire. |
 | | And when Luvah age after age was quite melted with woe, the fires of Vala faded like a shadow, cold & pale, an evanescent shadow; last she fell, a heap of ashes beneath the furnaces, a woeful heap in living death. |
 | | Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love brought him in various forms before her-still she knew him not, still she despised him, calling on his name & knowing him not, still hating, still professing love, still labouring in the smoke. |
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