To bear thro’ Heaven a tale of woe, Some dolorous message knit below The wild pulsation of her wings; Like
her I go; I cannot stay;
O’er
ocean-mirrors rounded large,
And
saying; ‘Comes he thus, my friend?
And
forward dart again, and play
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