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1219 Now I knew I lost her— Not that she was gone— But Remoteness travelled On her Face and Tongue. Alien, though adjoining As a Foreign Race— Traversed she though pausing Latitudeless Place. Elements Unaltered— Universe the same But Love's transmigration— Somehow this had come— Henceforth to remember Nature took the Day I had paid so much for— His is Penury Not who toils for Freedom Or for Family But the Restitution Of Idolatry. Edited by Peter Carter
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