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 Seeing they are even sisters of thy sire.

Behold, to take thy fill of sighing and tears

In such society as will yield thee, hearing,

Like human drops, is time not given in vain.

To you I see not how I should be stubborn:

Nay, ye shall hear it all, as ye desire,

In large relation,—though I am verily shamed

To tell that storm, not earthly, the confounding

Of my corporeal feature, whence it rushed

And brake on me in ruinous wise. Thus then:

The chambers, where I housed, a virgin hidden,

Strange faces aye in the night would visit, wooing

With sooth suggestion: "O most huge in fortune,

Most happiest of all maidens,—wherefore maiden,

O wherefore so long maiden, when there waits thee