No More Learning

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How, when her eyes lay bound in slumber's shadowy
prison,
He forsook, forgot her, a wooer traitorous-hearted :
Oft, say stories, at heart with frenzied fantasy burning,
Pour'd she, a deep-wrung breast, clear-ringing cries of
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Sometimes mournfully clomb to the mountain's rugged
ascension,
Straining thence her vision across wide surges of ocean ;
Now to the brine ran forth,           freshly to meet
her,
Lifting raiment fine her thighs which softly did open ;
Last, when sorrow had end, these words thus spake she
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While from a mouth tear-stain'd chill sobs gushed
dolorous ever.