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THE RING
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Father. This ring bequeath'd you by your mother, child,Was to be given you—such her dying wish—Given on the morning when you came of ageOr on the day you married. Both the daysNow close in one. The ring is doubly yours.Why do you look so gravely at the tower?
Miriam. I never saw it yet so all ablazeWith creepers crimsoning to the pinnacles,As if perpetual sunset linger'd there,And all ablaze too in the lake below!And how the birds that circle round the towerAre cheeping to each other of their flightTo summer lands!
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