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A LAMENT
Dizzily dropping, to the gulf I fall,
The bright bolt in my brain!
Vainly upon the heavenly gods I call,
Murmuring a mortal's pain.
The bright bolt in my brain!
Vainly upon the heavenly gods I call,
Murmuring a mortal's pain.
Deep under deep receives me, and no wing
Bears up the astonished soul:—
Only the fire-eyed stars have ceased to sing.
And the gray sea to roll.
Bears up the astonished soul:—
Only the fire-eyed stars have ceased to sing.
And the gray sea to roll.
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