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I went to thank her, / But she slept; / Her bed a funnelled stone, / With nosegays at the head and foot, / That travellers had thrown,
Who went to thank her; / But she slept. / 'T was short to cross the sea / To look upon her like, alive, / But turning back 't was slow.