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110 Without a struggle,—blood the calm death bringing

In easy outflow,—I this eye may close up!

O much unhappy, but, again, much learned

Woman, long hast thou outstretched! But if truly

Thou knowest thine own fate, how comes that, like to

A god-led steer, to altar bold thou treadest?

There's no avoidance,—strangers, no! Some time more!

He last is, anyhow, by time advantaged.

It comes, the day: I shall by flight gain little.