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BERENICE
— I, ill of health, and buried in gloom -she, agile,
graceful, and overflowing with energy; hers, the ramble on the hillside - mine, the studies of the cloister;
I, living within my own heart, and addicted, body and
soul, to the most intense and painful - she,
roaming carelessly through life, with no thought of the
shadows in her path, or the silent flight of the ravenwinged hours.
BERENICE
— I, ill of health, and buried in gloom -she, agile,
graceful, and overflowing with energy; hers, the ramble on the hillside - mine, the studies of the cloister;
I, living within my own heart, and addicted, body and
soul, to the most intense and painful - she,
roaming carelessly through life, with no thought of the
shadows in her path, or the silent flight of the ravenwinged hours.
Poe - v01
