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Still was he perplexed:
Her chain seemed broken: mine he would not have.
Then, from the mountains of his spirit, suddenly
Came there a gust, like that, which from a hill
Swoops on a lake and scoops the water up,
Whirling the wave in the misplacèd air,
And flattening to the water sails surprised,
As thus he cried “evil be on you both,
Spoilers of what you never may renew:
With Fand it had been sweet to dream,
Should I not hear sharp wailings of reproach,
And see a cloud-like shadow float between
Myself and my bright sun.
Fair too the ancient strenuous life had been,
Had I the new not known:
Now are both horrible: I am torn in twain:
Each of you has a half: are you content?
A bleeding half:—oh! that my veins would yield
A flood to gulf you in! oh! woe! my woe!”
Her chain seemed broken: mine he would not have.
Then, from the mountains of his spirit, suddenly
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Swoops on a lake and scoops the water up,
Whirling the wave in the misplacèd air,
And flattening to the water sails surprised,
As thus he cried “evil be on you both,
Spoilers of what you never may renew:
With Fand it had been sweet to dream,
Should I not hear sharp wailings of reproach,
And see a cloud-like shadow float between
Myself and my bright sun.
Fair too the ancient strenuous life had been,
Had I the new not known:
Now are both horrible: I am torn in twain:
Each of you has a half: are you content?
A bleeding half:—oh! that my veins would yield
A flood to gulf you in! oh! woe! my woe!”
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