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Wandering late by morning seas / When my heart with pain was low- / Hate the censor pelted me- / Deject I saw my shadow go.
In elf-caprice of bitter tone / I too would pelt the pelted one: / At my shadow I cast a stone.
When lo, upon that sun-lit ground / I saw the quivering phantom take / The likeness of St. Stephen crowned: / Then did self-reverence awake.