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 ruled a wide domain; and he Her steward's son, but just set free On life, and breathing of passion ever, Till under the snowy steppes, adown the silent river, Where the dark pines gather, where their dark plumes quiver, He found a sepulchre. She loved, and let her fancy range; Such woman's love&mdash; the love of change, Tired ere well begun, and constant never. Under the snowy steppes, down the silent river, Where the dark pines gather, where their dark plumes quiver, Is a sepulchre. She gazed upon that boyish face, Ensnared him with voluptuous grace, Bound body and soul her prisoner.