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IX.

He lay down in his grief to die, (First looking to the sea-like sky That hath no waves) because, alas! Our human touch did on him pass, And, with our touch, our agony.

_FELICIA HEMANS_

TO L. E. L.,

REFERRING TO HER MONODY ON THE POETESS.