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[Full oft before some gorgeous fane]
Full oft before some gorgeous fane
The youngling heifer bleeds and dies;
Her life-blood issuing forth amain,
While wreaths of incense climb the skies.
The youngling heifer bleeds and dies;
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While wreaths of incense climb the skies.
The mother wanders all around,
Through shadowy grove and lightsome glade;
Her foot-marks on the yielding ground
Will prove what anxious quest she made.
Through shadowy grove and lightsome glade;
Her foot-marks on the yielding ground
Will prove what anxious quest she made.
The stall where late her darling lay
She visits oft with eager look:
In restless movements wastes the day,
And fills with cries each neighbouring nook.
She visits oft with eager look:
In restless movements wastes the day,
And fills with cries each neighbouring nook.
She roams along the willowy copse,
Where purest waters softly gleam:
But ne'er a leaf or blade she crops,
Nor couches by the gliding stream.
Where purest waters softly gleam:
But ne'er a leaf or blade she crops,
Nor couches by the gliding stream.
No youthful kine, though fresh and fair,
Her vainly searching eyes engage;
No pleasant fields relieve her care,
No murmuring streams her grief assuage.
Her vainly searching eyes engage;
No pleasant fields relieve her care,
No murmuring streams her grief assuage.
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