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 What land? what habitants? and who The being that I look unto, Tempested in rock and chain? For what crime dost thou sustain Such chastisement? and, oh, declare Where have I hapless wander'd—where? Ah me! ah me! ah me! Again the gad-fly spurs me, wretched maid! Oh earth, avert the earth-born Argus' shade! I fear mine eyes should be On him, the thousand-eyed Herdsman, who walketh, looking craftily; Whom, albeit dead, the grave hath fail'd to hide; But, passing from the shades, who doggeth me, Making me wander famine-worn beside The sand-encircled sea: