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She said, "gone—gone forever. Cruel ones!'Tis you who shut me out eternallyFrom that serener world which I had learnedTo love so well. Why took ye not my life?Ye cannot know what ye have done." She spakeAnd hurried to her chamber, and the guestsWho yet had lingered silently withdrew. The brothers followed to the maiden's bower,But with a calm demeanor, as they came,She met them at the door. "The wrong is great,"She said, "that ye have done me, but no powerHave ye to make it less, nor yet to sootheMy sorrow; I shall bear it as I may,The better for the hours that I have passedIn the calm region of the middle sea.Go, then. I need you not." They, overawed,Withdrew from that grave presence. Then her tears
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