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“ The Spirit Great bewailed his son and wove A mantle pure and white around his form, and as the years Speed past renews the garb, as symbol of his woe. And ever as the summer comes the mystic queen, Forbidden ever to return as comet to the sky, Steals silently from out the west, at rising of the sun, To look upon her lover’s mantled form And meditate, alone, that sweet, sad morn When first they met ”

“ Thus, near opposed, they willing stood. Foredoomed to earthly home, Tahoma sued her dear Companionship—that she, with silver hair untressed and spread In beauty through the skies, no more from stars to sun should roam. ”