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So the man went, and left Bellerophon
Pensive, and pondering on the days long gone
That brought him unto this: his happy love
The heart within him did to pity move;
He thought: “Alas! and can it ever be
That one can say, ‘Thou art enough for me—
And I, and I—wilt thou not suffer it,
That I, at least, before thy feet may sit
Until perchance I grow enough for thee?’
Alas, alas! and can it ever be
That thus a heart shall plead and plead, in vain?”