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RIEF sate upon a rock and sighed one day:

(Sighing is all her rest!)

"Wellaway, wellaway, ah, wellaway!"

As ocean beat the stone, did she her breast. ..

"Ah, wellaway! . . ah me! alas, ah me!"

Such sighing uttered she.

A Cloud spake out of heaven, as soft as rain

That falls on water; "Lo,

The Winds have wandered from me! I remain

Alone in the sky-waste, and cannot go

To lean my whiteness on the mountain blue,

Till wanted for more dew.

"The Sun has struck my brain to weary peace,

Whereby, constrained and pale,

I spin for him a larger golden fleece

Than Jason's, yearning for as full a sail!

Sweet Grief, when thou hast sighed to thy mind,

Give me a sigh for wind,—