[Pg 53] A PORTRAIT A PORTRAIT ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY [Pg 54] [Pg 54] TO MY LOVE TO MY LOVE [Pg 55] [Pg 55] THE STORM KING THE STORM KING O! weep for the mortals that heareth at sea! May still the dread music, or silence the key? How he driveth each note to its ultimate goal! How they roll in his soul, in his madness of soul! How he playeth each note for its ultimate soul! With the deep where his musics great nebulas roll! The raging and lurid storm grandeur of night,
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