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SELLA.
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 So spoke the maiden Sella, with large tearsStanding in her mild eyes, and in the porchReplaced the slippers. Autumn came and went;The winter passed; another summer warmedThe quiet pools; another autumn tingedThe grape with red, yet while it hung unplucked,The mother ere her time was carried forthTo sleep among the solitary hills. A long still sadness settled on that homeAmong the mountains. The stern father thereWept with his children, and grew soft of heart,And Sella, and the brothers twain, and oneYounger than they, a sister fair and shy,Strewed the new grave with flowers, and round it setShrubs that all winter held their lively green.Time passed; the grief with which their hearts were wrungWaned to a gentle sorrow. Sella, now,
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