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 THE CURSE AT FAREWELL

KACH

Nectar from nectar was her milk! Her sight

Destroyed all sin—peaceful, most snowy- white,

Milk-charged, a mother-form! Oh, I aver,

Weariness, hunger, thirst, in care of her

I have forgot; with her long days have spent

Beside the river, fringed with waving bent.

Deep in the grove I lay; on the low bank

The lush, sweet grass, boundless, abund- ant, rank,

She cropped at will, then to the shade would go,

Her body with repletion drowsed and slow,

There couched in the deep grass to ruminate

The afternoon away. At whiles her great

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