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 THE CURSE AT FAREWELL

Ever intent, O thou my exile’s dear Companion, Benumati |

DEBJANI Ah, but here Was there no other comrade, friend, with you, Whose anxious mind no other effort knew, Through all its nights and days, but to beguile— Ah, vain, vain hope!—the grief of your exile?

KACH Into the web of all my days her name Is woven. DEBJANT

I can see you as you came On that first day—a Brahmin boy, a bright New dawn, your golden body in cool light

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