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She could not figure forth a happy fate,

Even for this life from heaven so newly come; 370

The earth must needs be doubly desolate

To him scarce parted from a fairer home:

Such boding heavier on her bosom sate

One night, as, standing in the twilight gloam,

She strained her eyes beyond that dizzy verge

At whose foot faintly breaks the future's surge.