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XII

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Dead Prophet

And bound to follow, wherever she go

Stark-naked, and up or down,

Thro' her high hill-passes of stainless snow,

Or the foulest sewer of the town—

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