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12 Under the snowy steppes, down the silent river, Where the dark pines gather, where their dark plumes quiver, Is his sepulchre.

He urged his love with passionate force; She offered gold, and said, 'One course Is open: depart, and see me never.' Under the snowy steppes, down the silent river, Where the dark pines gather, where their dark plumes quiver, Is his sepulchre.

Then laughed. That laugh, hell-echoed, stirred His bosom's core. She pass'd. He heard That laugh ring on in his ears for ever; Till under the snowy steppes, adown the silent river, Where the dark pines gather, where their dark plumes quiver, He found a sepulchre.