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SCENE I. The past Hours weak and grey, With the spoil which their toil Raked together From the conquest but One could foil.

Have they past?

They have past; They outspeeded the blast, While 'tis said, they are fled:

Whither, oh, whither?

To the dark, to the past, to the dead.

Bright clouds float in heaven, Dew-stars gleam on earth,