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She will not sleep, for fear of dreams, / But, rising, quits her restless bed, / And walks where some beclouded beams / Of moonlight through the hall are shed.
Obedient to the goad of grief, / Her steps, now fast, now lingering slow, / In varying motion seek relief / From the Eumenides of woe.