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THE THREE GRAY SISTERS.

So fair, that, midst the others' song and mirth,

Remembrance of her constantly,

Like bitterness, mixed in her thoughts.

E'en now she saw her by the shore

O' the placid sea, her song she heard, -

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Her song of joy, - and every word

Rang louder than the reckless revel's roar,

And jealous hatred in her stirred

'Gainst beauty which excelled her own.

Will powers of hatred and revenge,

Will ministers of wrath and spite,

Aid Aphrodite, lend their might

To ruin fair Pephredo, help her quench

Her fire of beauty, put a blight

Upon her source of joyousness?

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