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/ A Lorelei full fair she sits / Throned on the stream that dimly rolls; / Still, hope-thrilled, with her wild harp knits / To her from year to year men's souls.
/ They hear her harp, they hear her song, / Led by the wizard beauty high, / Like blind brutes maddened rush along, / Sink at her cold feet, gasp and die.