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...did the heart of fair Ellen implore A something that could not be found ; Like a sailor she seem'd on a desolate shore, With nor house, nor a tree, nor...the moon, without atmosphere, brilliant and clear, Yetdoom'd, like the moon, with no being to cheer The bright barren waste of her mind. But rather than...

...still did the heart of fair Ellen implore A something that could not be found; Like a sailor she seemed on a desolate shore, With nor house, nor a tree, nor...sound but the roar Of breakers high dashing around. Though nothing, alas ! could she find; Like the moon, without atmosphere, brilliant and clear, Yet...

...did the heart of fair Ellen implore A something that could not be found ; Like a sailor she seem'd on a desolate shore, With nor house, nor a tree, nor...moon, without atmosphere, brilliant and clear, Yet doom'd, like the moon, with no being to cheer The bright barren waste of her mind. But rather than...