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A WHISPERED WORD.
A whispered word—one whispered word,
Came o'er me like an earthquake's shock,
My heart too swiftly surely heard,
And on that very instant—broke!
Came o'er me like an earthquake's shock,
My heart too swiftly surely heard,
And on that very instant—broke!
Broke!—but 'tis like some shattered rock,
Split by the thunder's burst of wrath,
Which, proud survivor of the shock,
Stands, its own monument of death!
Split by the thunder's burst of wrath,
Which, proud survivor of the shock,
Stands, its own monument of death!
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