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Under the Snowy Steppes
Under the snowy steppes, down the silent river,
Where the dark pines gather, where their dark plumes quiver,
Is his sepulchre.
He urged his love with passionate force;
She offered gold, and said, 'One course
Is open: depart, and see me never.'
Under the snowy steppes, down the silent river,
Where the dark pines gather, where their dark plumes quiver,
Is his sepulchre.
Then laughed. That laugh, hell-echoed, stirred
His bosom's core. She pass'd. He heard
That laugh ring on in his ears for ever;
Till under the snowy steppes, adown the silent river,
Where the dark pines gather, where their dark plumes quiver,
