Count Julio.
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Time, and perchance remorse, had touched with blight,
Drenched by the rain, all breathless with the storm,
Homeless and hopeless, she had crept to him
Once more a suppliant, and, spurned rudely forth,
Here had lain down despairing, and so perished.
Drenched by the rain, all breathless with the storm,
Homeless and hopeless, she had crept to him
Once more a suppliant, and, spurned rudely forth,
Here had lain down despairing, and so perished.
