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 She lived. . . I, afar in the city Of frenzy-led factions, Had squandered green years and maturer In bowing the knee

To Baals illusive and specious, Till chance had there voiced me That one I loved vainly in nonage Had ceased her to be.

The passion the planets had scowled on, And change had let dwindle, Her death-rumor smartly relifted To full apogee.

I mounted a steed in the dawning With acheful remembrance, And made for the ancient West Highway To far Exonb'ry.

Passing heaths, and the House of Long Sieging, I neared the thin steeple