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Thou felon anchorite of pain
Who sittest in a world of slain.

— John Warren, 3rd Baron de Tabley

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This the house of Circe, queen of charms,—

Hero and herdsman in red earth are one.

Sigh, heart, and break not; rest, lark, and wake not!
Day I hear coming to draw my Love away.
As mere-waves whisper, and clouds grow crisper,
Ah, like a rose he will waken up with day!

A fair girl tripping out to meet her love,
Trimmed in her best, fresh as a clover bud.
An old crone leaning at an ember’d fire,
Short-breath’d in sighs and moaning to herself—
And all the interval of stealing years
To make that this, and one by one detach
Some excellent condition; till Despair
Faint at the vision, sadly, fiercely blinds
Her burning eyes on her forgetful hands.

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