LIII.
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nd she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun,And she forgot the blue above the trees,And she forgot the dells where waters run,And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze; 420She had no knowledge when the day was done,And the new morn she saw not: but in peaceHung over her sweet Basil evermore,And moisten'd it with tears unto the core.
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