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"No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
"Cruel Alexis, heed you naught my songs?
Have you no pity? you'll drive me to my death."-Eclogue II, Virgil's Eclogues
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“Speak to me,” he breathes, at last. He begins to hum softly, feeling, reaching out. “Speak to me as the fawns speak to the new grass, as the dew speaks to the thistles. Embrace me in the deep dark as a lover. Hold me as the sky holds the Earth.” He closes his eyes, losing himself in the crashing of the waves below, the gentle breeze that billows his cloak like a caress.
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