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I was gathering and gathering the mouse-ear, |
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But could not fill my shallow basket. |
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With a sigh for the man of my heart, |
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I placed it there on the highway. |
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I was ascending that rock-covered height, |
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But my horses were too tired to breast it. |
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I will now pour a cup from that gilded vase, |
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Hoping I may not have to think of him long. |
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I was ascending that lofty ridge, |
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But my horses turned of a dark yellow. |
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I will now take a cup from that rhinoceros' horn, |
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Hoping I may not have long to sorrow. |
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I was ascending that flat-topped height, |
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But my horses became quite disabled, |
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And my servants were [also] disabled. |
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Oh! how great is my sorrow! |
Published
by The Institute for Advanced Technology in the Humanities, © Copyright 2003
by Anne Kinney and the University of Virginia