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Deep in the dell I watched her as she rose, / A face of icy fire, o'er the hills; / With snow-sad eyes to freeze the forest rills, / And snow-sad feet to bleach the meadow snows: / Pale as some young witch who, a-listening, goes / To her first meeting with the Fiend; whose fears / Fix demon eyes behind each bush she nears; / Stops, yet must on, fearful of following foes. / And so I chased her, startled in the wood, / Like a discovered Oread, who flies / The Faun who found her sleeping, each nude limb / Glittering betrayal through the solitude; / Till in a frosty cloud I saw her swim, / Like a drowned face, a blur beneath the ice.