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THE THREE GRAY SISTERS.

But song and god moved not Pephredo's heart;

And so the god fulfilled the wrong

Against her which the goddess planned.

Because she refused to follow him,

Apollo's love to hot rage turned, -

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Pale grew his face, his dark eye burned,

The fountain of his wrath boiled o'er the brim, -

That he, the Glorious One, was spurned

Contemptuously by a nymph!

The words he spake were words of fire:

"Boast no more of thy beauty's bloom!

Cursed be thy charms, and in their room

Come haggardness, old age, and vain desire

For death's release from fitting doom;

Thou and thy sisters, cursed be ye!

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