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At last, I (that knew myself a man about to die) turned me towards our habitation, those rocks she had called "ho the plateau I stood still, swept alternately by grief and passion, to see this our refuge all desecrated by vile hands, our poor furniture scattered without the cave And presently I espied her three-legged stool standing where she had been wont to sit to watch and cheerwith my tears and kissed it many times As I lay thus, ot till now) rushed upon myaway the passion of rief And in this hour that was to end my miserable life, I knew at last that I had loved her purely and truly froht have liftedthus, I spake aloud to this her sweet presence that seemed to hover about me: "O Damaris, beloved--as thou, to 'scape sha to afro in the e of ripped in my hand, went out to find death