 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
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CIV.
A deep unutterable anguish keptThe silence long; then from his inmost breast
The spirit spoke: “Oh! were I him so wept,
Daughter of earth, I tell thee, I were blest.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |
The silence long; then from his inmost breast
The spirit spoke: “Oh! were I him so wept,
Daughter of earth, I tell thee, I were blest.