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_This was the tale he told to me, that man so warped and gray, Ere he slept and dreamed, and the camp fire gleamed in his eye in a wolfish way   That crystal eye that raked the sky in the weird Auroral ray. THIS WAS THE TALE HE TOLD TO ME THAT MAN SO WARPED AND GREY ERE HE SLEPT AND DREAMED AND THE CAMP FIRE GLEAMED IN HIS EYE IN A WOLFISH WAY THAT CRYSTAL EYE THAT RAKED THE SKY IN THE WEIRD AURORAL RAY
 sought to slay. That you may note and gaze and gloat, and say `Revenge is sweet', In the grit and grime of the river's slime I am rotting at your feet. "The ill we rue we must e'en undo, though it rive us bone from bone; So it came about that I sought you out, for I prayed I might atone. I did you wrong, and for long and long I sought where you might live; And now you're found, though I'm dead and drowned, I beg you to forgive." So sad it seemed, and its cheek-bones gleamed, and its fingers flicked the shore; And it lapped and lay in a weary way, and its hands met to implore; That I gently said: "Poor, restless dead, I would never work you woe; Though the wrong you rue you can ne'er undo, I forgave you long ago." Then, wonder-wise, I rubbed my eyes and I woke from a horrid dream. The moon rode high in the naked sky, and something bobbed in the stream. It held my sight in a patch of light, and then it sheered from the shore; It dipped and sank by a hollow bank, and I never saw it more.  I AM THE MAN FROM WHOM YOU RAN THE MAN YOU SOUGHT TO SLAY THAT YOU MAY NOTE AND GAZE AND GLOAT AND SAY REVENGE IS SWEET IN THE GRITTEN GRIME OF THE RIVER SLIME I AM ROTTING AT YOUR FEET THE ILL WE RUE WE MUST AN UNDO THOUGH IT DRIVE US BONE FROM BONE SO IT CAME ABOUT THAT I SOUGHT YOU OUT FOR I PRAYED I MIGHT ATONE I DID YOU WRONG AND FOR LONG AND LONG I SOUGHT WHERE YOU MIGHT LIVE AND NOW YOU'RE FOUND THOUGH I'M DEAD AND DROWNED I BEG YOU TO FORGIVE SO SAD IT SEEMED AND ITS CHEEK BONES GLEAMED AND ITS FINGERS FLICKED THE SHORE AND IT LAPPED AND LAY IN A WEARY WAY AND ITS HANDS MET TO IMPLORE THAT I GENTLY SAID POOR RESTLESS DEAD I WOULD NEVER WORK YOU WOE THOUGH THE WRONG YOU RUE YOU CAN NE'ER UNDO I FORGAVE YOU LONG AGO THEN WONDER WISE I RUBBED MY EYES AND I WOKE FROM A HORRID DREAM THE MOON RODE HIGH IN THE NAKED SKY AND SOMETHING BOBBED IN THE STREAM IT HELD MY SIGHT IN A PATCH OF LIGHT AND THEN IT SHEERED FROM THE SHORE IT DIPPED AND SANK BY A HOLLOW BANK AND I NEVER SAW IT MORE
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