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/ There she rose as white as death, / Stars above and stars beneath; / Where the ripples brake in splendor / To a million, million starlets / Twinkling on lake-lilies tender, / Rocking to the ripple barlets. / She, brow-belted with white lilies, / Rose and oared a shining shoulder / To a downward-purpling boulder: / With slim fingers soft and milky, / Haled her from the spray-sprent lilies / To a ledge, and sitting silky / Sang unto the list'ning lilies, / Sang and sang beneath the heaven, / Belted, wreathed with lilies seven; / Falsely sang a wild, wild ditty / To a wool-white moon; / Till a child both frail and pretty / Found her singing on the boulder, -- / Dark locks on a milky shoulder, -- / 'Neath the wool-white moon. / And the creature singing there / Strangled him in her long hair.