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- Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
- Unto this wall,—one instant and no more
- Admitted at my distant palace-door.
- Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
- Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here).
- Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
- That chills me: and afar, how far away,
- The nights that shall be from the days that were.
- Afar From mine own self I seem, and wing
- Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign: 10
- And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,
- (Whose sounds mine inner sense is fain to bring,
- Continually together murmuring,)
- “Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine!”
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