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We kept a torrent’s course, and, trembling still,Went on and on, starting and stopping oft:Sometimes we sat and wept, as children will,And my cheek felt Evadne’s, wet and soft:‘Home!’ she would gently say,“Nay!’ said Alcestis, ‘nay !’And still we clambered on, through the dread woods, aloft.
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