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In the flash of the singing dawn, / At the door of the Great One, / The joy of his lodge knelt down, / Knelt down, and her hair in the sun / Shone like showering dust, / And her eyes were as eyes of the fawn.
And she cried to her lord, / "O my lord, O my life, / From the desert I come; / From the hills of the Dawn."