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Lamentations

Oh, dark, but museful spirit!
Thy very essence tasks me cruel,
As thy lamentations yet emanate
Like ripples in a pool:
Thy voice is clear upon mine ear,
Thus sorrowed words are wrought,
Alas! Oh, Muse! Why cometh so,
Tho’ I wish thee not?
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