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 :'Mid the bowed leaves I lingered,
 * Lashed by the blast of Pain,
 * Till evening, storm-rose-fingered,
 * Beckoned to night again.


 * There burst a flood of Quiet
 * Over the unstellèd skies;
 * Full moon flashed out a-riot:
 * Near her I dreamt thine eyes
 * Afloat with night, still trembling
 * With captured mysteries:
 * But sulphured wracks, assembling,
 * Redarkened the bright skies.


 * Ah, thou at least art lying
 * Safe at the white nymph's feet,
 * Listless, while I, slow-dying,
 * Twist my gaunt limbs for heat!
 * Yet I'll to Earth, my Mother:
 * So, boy, I'll still entreat
 * Forgive me—for none other
 * Like Earth is honey-sweet!

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