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Alas, a keener pang before that day, Must by the wretched Monnema be borne! In quest of game Quiara went his way To roam the wilds as he was wont, one morn; She look'd in vain at eve for his return. By moonlight thro' the midnight solitude She sought him; and she found his garment torn, His bow and useless arrows in the wood, Marks of a jaguar's feet, a broken spear, and blood.