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Otlauga with a burning breast
Betrayed her strong emotion;
Her soul was by strange cares opprest,
Her eye beamed fire in sad unrest,
Yet past all sign of motion.
She felt those sounds but she heeded them not,
All sense, and feeling were forgot
In one o'erwhelming interest,
One strange involved commotion.
'Twas fixed, intense attention that thus made
The maiden hold her very vital breath,
'Twas fixed attention that thus made
Her hang her head, and droop and fade,
Like the bloodless form of death.—
And while the sounding harpstrings rung
He pitched his thrilling voice, and thus the wanderer sung.
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