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Again drew near my side the very same, Who had erewhile besought me, and their looks Markd eagerness to listen. I, who twice Their will had noted, spake. O spirits secure, Wheneer the time may be, of peaceful end. My limbs, nor crude, nor in mature old age, Have I left yonder. here they bear me, fed With blood, and sinew strung. That I no more May live in blindness, hence I tend aloft.