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THINK not, because I wonder where you fled, / That I would lift a pin to see you there; / You may, for me, be prowling anywhere, / So long as you show not your little head:
No dark and evil story of the dead
Would leave you less pernicious or less fair -
Not even Lilith, with her famous hair; / And Lilith was the devil, I have read.
I cannot hate you, for I loved you then.
The woods were golden then. There was a road
Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed
Like yours. Truth must have heard me from afar, / For I shall never have to learn again
That yours are cloven as no beech's are.