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The eternal gates' terrific porter |
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Lifted the northern bar |
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Thel entered in and saw the secrets of |
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The land unknown |
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She saw the couches of the dead |
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And where the fibrous roots |
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Of every heart on |
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Earth infixes deep its restless twists |
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She wandered in the land of clouds through valley dark, listening dolours and lamentations dolours and lamentations |
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Waiting oft besides a devy grave |
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She stood in silence |
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Listening to the voices of the ground |
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She stood so still |
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Until to her own grave plot |
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She came, and there she sat (down) |
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And heard this voice of sorrow breathed |
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From the hollow pit |
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Why cannot the |
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Ear be closed to it's own destruction? |
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Or the glistening eye (to the) poison (of a) smile? |
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Why are Eyelids store with arrows ready drawn |
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Where a thousand fighting men in ambush... lie? |
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Secrets of the |
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Earth Why a tongue impressed with honey from every wind? |
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Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to drawn creations in? |
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And Why a little curtain of flesh |
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On the bed of our desire... |
