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Ah, unhappy one, this thou consummatest?
Thy husband, thy bed's common guest,
In the bath having brightened. .. How shall I declare
Consummation? It soon will be there:
For hand after hand she outstretches,
At life as she reaches!
Nor yet I've gone with thee! for -- after riddles --
Now, in blind oracles, I feel resourceless.
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