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Still of your competence 'twas within your household to home me,
Where I might serve as slave in gladsome service familiar,
Laving thy snow-white feet in clearest chrystalline waters
Or with its purpling gear thy couch in company strewing.
Yet for what cause should I 'plain in vain to the winds that unknow me,
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(I so beside me with grief!) which ne'er of senses enduèd
Hear not the words sent forth nor aught avail they to answer?
Now be his course well-nigh engaged in midway of ocean,