When through thy breast wild wrath doth spread

XXIX

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WHEN through thy breast wild wrath doth spread 
And work thy inmost being harm, 
Leave thou the fiery word unsaid, 
    Guard thee ; be calm. 

Closed be thy lips : where Love perchance 
Lies at the door to be thy guest, 
Shall there be noise and dissonance ? 
    Quiet were best. 

Apollo, when they do thee wrong, 
Speechless thou tak'st the golden dart: 
I will refrain my barking tongue, 
    And strike the heart.