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By handfuls, yea, by handfuls, with tears of dole besmeared!

Now let thine eyes find overflow—

I wend in wail and pain!

Cry out for me an answering moan—

Alas, alas again!

Shriek with a cry of agony, and lead the doleful train!

Alas, alas, the Persian land is woeful now to tread!

Cry out and mourn! the city now doth wail above the dead!

I sob and moan!

I bid ye now be delicate in grief!