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In a fever of haste I sought her along the brook, a the road And, as I sought, night

fell, and in the shadoas black despair

I searched the Hollow fro upon her name, but

no sound reached me, save the hoot of an owl, and the far-off,

disht have returned to the cottage,

I hastened thither, but, finding it dark and desolate, I gave way

tofool! She had said that, and she was

right--as usual She had called oist, a

pedant, a blind, self-deceiving fool who had wilfully destroyed

all hopes of a happiness the very thought of which had so often

set one! The world

--my world, was a void--its emptiness terrified e was ever before my

eyes, whose soft, low voice was ever in ht so uard ht offend