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O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, / O Priestess in the vaults of Death, / O sweet and bitter in a breath, / What whispers from thy lying lip?
"The stars," she whispers, "blindly run; / A web is wov'n across the sky; / From out waste places comes a cry, / And murmurs from the dying sun;