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The
night
,
which
I
had
passed
so
piteously
.
And
even
as
he
,
who
,
with
distressful
breath
,
Forth
issued
from
the
sea
upon
the
shore
,
Turns
to
the
water
perilous
and
gazes
;
So
did
my
soul
,
that
still
was
fleeing
onward
,
Turn
itself
back
to
re-behold
the
pass
Which
never
yet
a
living
person
left
.
After
my
weary
body
I
had
rested
,
The
way
resumed
I
on
the
desert
slope
,
So
that
the
firm
foot
ever
was
the
lower
.
