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Then, peering forth from the unclosed jaw, Rose from his side a shade, high as the chin, Leaning, methought, upon its knees upraisd. It lookd around, as eager to explore If there were other with me; but perceiving That fond imagination quenchd, with tears Thus spake. If thou through this blind prison gost. Led by thy lofty genius and profound, Where is my son. and wherefore not with thee.