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Lamia's Song By Herman Melville |
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Descend, descend! Pleasant the downward way- From your lonely Alp With the wintry scalp To our myrtles in valleys of May. Wend then, wend: Mountaineer, descend: And more than a wreath shall repay. Come, ah come! With the cataracts come, That hymn as they roam How pleasant the downward way! | |||||||||||||
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