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My casque I dofft to scoop the fount, Angelica! With liquid pureness bubbling cool It rose--then clashed into the pool ... Thy name I saw, hewn in the rock! And under it ... Ah no! I dreamed! my eyes did mock My senses!... Then I seemed to count, All fire-lit, The letters! deep, carved in the rock! Medoro carved in every rock!-- My brain went round like some wild clock, Angelica!