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And let it carry me adown the west!"

But Love, who, prostrated,

Lay at Grief's foot,. . his lifted eyes possessed

Of her full image,. . answered in her stead:

"Now nay, now nay! she shall not give away

What is my wealth, for any Cloud that flieth.

Where Grief makes moan,

Love claims his own!

And therefore do I lie here night and day,

And eke my life out with the breath she sigheth."