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I. A pool of broken sunbeams lay / Upon the passage-floor, / Radiant and rich, profound and gay / As ever diamond bore.
Small, flitting hands a handkerchief / Spread like a cunning trap: / Prone lay the gorgeous jewel-sheaf / In the glory-gleaner's lap!