BOWED o'er my staff, but raising not my head, I did not see the lightning flare. O my flock! I saw the two green eye-balls of a cat flit in the air.
He is in the lime-trees, mewing. What a gale! I hear Pluto, my dog, bark. I hear some one hail me 'Daphnis' in the pasture-land. Has death come to my house in the deep dark?
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