It was not therefrom to escape,

For I had buried one and all,320

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Who loved me in a human shape;[26]

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And the whole earth would henceforth be

A wider prison unto me:[27]

No child—no sire—no kin had I,

No partner in my misery;

I thought of this, and I was glad,

For thought of them had made me mad;

But I was curious to ascend

To my barred windows, and to bend

Once more, upon the mountains high,330

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The quiet of a loving eye.[28]

XIII.

I saw them—and they were the same,

They were not changed like me in frame;

I saw their thousand years of snow

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