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REMINISCENCE OF "ALASTOR."

HE gazed at the green sea heaving white

And the wind-blown rocky shore,

And he said: "I must turn

To a place less stern,

When, tired in body and soul, I yearn

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To sleep and be no more."

He entered the chasm haunted by

The white-robed waterfall;

But the pool below

Was cold as snow,

Not fit for a dying heart to know, -

Meant only to appall.

He climbed where Katahdin's dreadful gulch

Is walled by the precipice bare.

The inhuman tone

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