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Kore, O Kore, where art thou fled, / Now that the spring blows white in the land?
Shake out the honeyed locks o' thine head; / Plunder the lilies that lie to thine hand, / Glistering saffron loved of the bees / Murmuring in them, till shadows grow long / With dew-dropping silence under the trees, / Ere break the voluptuous thrillings of song / From the brown-throated sweet harbourers there / Raptured and grieving under the stars.