Sadie Fontaine - Part 14

How many hearts would bleed and die —
Grow lustreless the flashing eye,
Shrink matchless forms of queenly make —
Melt hearts as pure as new snow-flake —
If from the face the mask were torn,
The brow of fraud of fraud was shorn,
And lying hearts were turned to view,
That trusting ones might read them through!
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