first line (public domain): The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks, All but the youngest. she in paleness sought the secret air. To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day: Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard: And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.
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