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Is as cold as ice, though white as snow."

Wherewith her monster's raging thirst to slake;Then leaves me to myself, and flies at last,And I, unbound, yet prison'd fastBy magic, follow in her train,Seek for her, tremble, fly again.The hapless creature thus tormenteth she,

The moist yet radiant blue,--Not thine own form,--to tempt thy lot