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But when he heard how many a time the flowers
Had bloomed and faded since his Love was seen;
And found no tongue to syllable a word;
No trace or sign whereby her lonely fate
Might be pursued, he wandered wearily;
While gloom came over him like darkening clouds
When gathered into storm they blot the day.
Had bloomed and faded since his Love was seen;
And found no tongue to syllable a word;
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Might be pursued, he wandered wearily;
While gloom came over him like darkening clouds
When gathered into storm they blot the day.
“None breathed,” he mused, “whose cruelty would harm
A nymph so tuned responsive to delight!
And had she been by bear or wolf devoured,
Some ravelled scrap of raiment had been left,
Caught in a thorn or blown against the sedge;
Something had told a tale or pointed clue!”
A nymph so tuned responsive to delight!
And had she been by bear or wolf devoured,
Some ravelled scrap of raiment had been left,
Caught in a thorn or blown against the sedge;
Something had told a tale or pointed clue!”
Conjecture, weary, faltered in the trail;
And could not picture Syrinx sunk and drowned
In water native to her limbs as heaven's
Translucent azure to the flight of birds.
And could not picture Syrinx sunk and drowned
In water native to her limbs as heaven's
Translucent azure to the flight of birds.
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