Arethusa
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John Jay Chapman
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MY heart was emptied like a mountain pool
That sinks in earthquake to some pit below,
As thou did'st leave me. All my waters cool
Burst from their basin when I saw thee go;—
O'erflowed, leaped out, and ran beneath the ground,—
Poured with a surging wave in search of thee!
Where'er thou art, those waters will abound;
But I must wait till life come back to me.
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