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O sad "No more!" O sweet "No more!" / O strange "No more!" / By a mossed brookbank on a stone / I smelt a wildweed flower alone; / There was a ringing in my ears, / And both my eyes gushed out with tears. / Surely all pleasant things had gone before, / Low-buried fathom deep beneath with thee, / NO MORE!