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Because I am idolatrous and have besought,|
With grievous supplication and consuming prayer,
The admirable image that my dreams have wrought
Out of her swans neck and her dark, abundant hair:
The jealous gods, who brook no worship save their own,
Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.
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