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Saevus 2
For they would fain to damp, abate,
When what I want is rushing on,
Nay, I would fain myself be gone!
And walk through frost-bit, stirrless dawn,
To walk until my face were drawn
And hollow; ‘til just my spirit shone.
Dawe
2017
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