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/ Her heart is still and leaps no more / With holy passion when the breeze, / Her whilom playmate, as before, / Comes with the language of the bees, / Sad songs her mountain cedars sing, / And water-music murmuring.
/ Her calm white feet, -- erst fleet and fast / As Daphne's when a god pursued, -- / No more will dance like sunlight past / The gold-green vistas of the wood, / Where every quailing floweret / Smiled into life where they were set.