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And hatred of her weakness, blent with shame.Old studies fail’d: seldom she spoke; but oftClomb to the roofs, and gazed alone for hoursOn that disastrous leaguer, swarms of menDarkening her female field: void was her use;And she as one that climbs a peak to gazeO’er land and main, and sees a great black cloudDrag inward from the deeps, a wall of night,Blot out the slope of sea from verge to shore,And suck the blinding splendour from the sand,And quenching lake by lake and tarn by tarnExpunge the world; so fared she gazing there;So blacken’d all her world in secret, blankAnd waste it seem’d and vain; till down she cameAnd found fair peace once more among the sick.
 And twilight dawn’d; and morn by morn the larkShot up and shrill’d in flickering gyres, but ILay silent in the muffled cage of life:And twilight gloom’d; and broader grown the bowers
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