The clothing then she carried, gladness to know no more.
There must they wash in sorrow, whatever was the weather;
Whate’er was done by others, yet still these two must wash and toil together.
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When her throng of handmaidens had time from work to spare,
Bitter was their weeping, to see her standing there
Upon the sea-sands washing. Loud were their moans and many,
Nor did their sorrow lessen; greater woe was never known by any.
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Long the toiling lasted,— that is true enough;