He, it is true, in full security,
Clasping the statue of the deathless goddess,
Would fain now take his trial at our hands.
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This may not be; a mother's blood out-poured
(Pah! pah!) can never be raised up again,
The life-blood shed is pourèd out and gone,
But thou must give to us to suck the blood
Red from thy living members; yea, from thee,
May I gain meal of drink undrinkable!