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hands tight clenched through matted hair, He crouched in trance of dumb despair: There came a breeze from out the air.

It passed athwart the glooming flat— It fanned his forehead as he sat— It lightly bore away his hat,

All to the feet of one who stood Like maid enchanted in a wood, Frowning as darkly as she could,