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Rh And speaking what he would not though he would, Sighed: "You, even you yourself, could work the cure!" And at those words I rose and I went out And for nine days he had food from other hands, And for nine days my mind went whirling round The one disastrous zodiac, muttering That the immedicable mound's beyond Our questioning, beyond our pity even. But when nine days had gone I stood again Before his chair and bending down my head Told him, that when Orion rose, and all The women of his household were asleep, To go&mdash;for hope would give his limbs the power&mdash;