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facts in verse.
And then there came from the south land,
Sealed, as men say, with dying breath,
Confession as from hell beneath,
That two, who waited near at hand,
Had seen the wretched maiden's death.
Sealed, as men say, with dying breath,
Confession as from hell beneath,
That two, who waited near at hand,
Had seen the wretched maiden's death.
"Gone's gone, lost, lost"! Say you, I mar
'With sadness life's most heavenly things?
'Tis but the air that sweeps the strings;
You cannot probe the earth-mould far,
Ere you shall reach her tearful springs.
'With sadness life's most heavenly things?
'Tis but the air that sweeps the strings;
You cannot probe the earth-mould far,
Ere you shall reach her tearful springs.
Dear, skilful lady, in whose loom,
The breath of natural joy and pain
Is woven, as nerves are in the brain,
A crimson gush wraps all our room,
The close of Day's triumphant strain!
The breath of natural joy and pain
Is woven, as nerves are in the brain,
A crimson gush wraps all our room,
The close of Day's triumphant strain!
Is it the coming night-breath, wreathed
With phantom dews, that all those wan
With phantom dews, that all those wan
