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And let it carry me adown the west!"

      But Love, who, prostrated,

Lay at Grief's foot,.. his lifted eyes possessed

Of her full image,.. answered in her stead:

"Now nay, now nay! she shall not give away

What is my wealth, for any Cloud that flieth.

      Where Grief makes moan,

      Love claims his own!

And therefore do I lie here night and day,

And eke my life out with the breath she sigheth."