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Into the furnace let me go alone;.*
Stay you without in terror of the heat.
I will go naked in—for thus 'tis sweet—
Into the weird depths of the hottest zone.,
I will not quiver in the frailest bone,
You will not note a flicker of defeat;
My heart shall tremble not its fate to meet,
MyNor mouth give utterance to any moan.
The yawning oven spits forth fiery spears;,*
Red aspish1 tongues shout wordlessly my name.;*
Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears,
Transforming me into a shape of flame.
I will come out, back to your world of tears,*
A stronger soul within a finer frame.