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You look at me with wan, bright eyes / When in the deeper world I stray: / You fear some hidden ambush lies / In wait to call me, "Come away."
What if I see behind the veil / Your starry self beseeching me, / Or at its stern command grow pale, / "Let her be free, let her be free? "