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Delilah[From a Picture]The sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire;
Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon,
Make ready the rich loom of Tyre
The day, with its toil and its sorrow,

Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice
When first I look'd on thee,
I lost mine eyes