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silver, and turning the brook into a path of silver for the feet

of fairies Yes, indeed, the very air seeic whereby the unreal becas i up at the moon's pale loveliness, I drea-dead poets and romancers, wherein were

the notes of drea voices that called beneath the breath Between

Petrarch's Laura and Dante's Beatrice caracious and beautiful as they, deep-bosomed, broad-hipped, with

a red, red mouth, and a subtle witchery of the eyes I dreamed

of ny

Endyht, in just such another

leafy boaited the cooddess

Now as I sat thus, chin in hand, I heard a little sound behind

my head, beheld one who

stood half in shadow, half in uor of drooping lids, with eyes hidden by their

lashes--a wo as Dian's self

Very still she stood, and half wistful, as if waiting forup at her as she had been

the eht, while, fro of a nightingale