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The piteous prayer smote the loving ears of Dionaea fair; her heart was painèd; she left her Nymphs, all bathed in yearning tears, who by her sudden flight perplext remainèd:
Now she had thrid the lum’inous planet-spheres, now the third Heaven’s gateway she had gainèd; on, onward still to the sixth sphere, the throne where high All-Father sits and reigns alone.