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/ Demeter sad! the wells of sorrow lay / Eternal gushing in thy lonely path.
/ Methinks I see her now -- an awful shape / Tall o'er a dragon team in frenzied search / From Argive plains unto the jeweled shores / Of the remotest Ind, where Usha's hand / Tinged her grief-cloven brow with kindly touch, / And Savitar wheeled genial thro' the skies / O'er palmy regions of the faneless Brahm.