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But as he worked, his doom upon him came.

The violent and hungry hounds of pain

Travelled through his body biting as they passed

Silently, and all his suffering breath besieged

Strove to rend life’s strong heart-cords and be free.

Then helped, as if a beast had left its prey,

A moment in a wave of rich relief

Reborn to strength and happy ease he stood

Rejoicing and resumed his confident toil

But with less seeing strokes. Now the great woodsman

Hewed at him and his labour ceased: lifting

His arm he flung away the poignant axe

Far from him like an instrument of pain.

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