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Lo! as a dove when up she springs / To hear thro' Heaven a tale of woe, / Some dolorous message knit below / The wild pulsation of her wings;
Like her I go: I cannot stay; / I leave this mortal ark behind, / A weight of nerves without a mind, / And leave the cliffs, and haste away