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/ I. There were Faeries two or three, / And a high moon white as wool, / Or a bloom in Faery, / Where the star-thick blossoms be / Star-like beautiful.
/ II. There were Faeries two or three, / And a wind as fragrant as / Spicy wafts from Arcady / Rocked the sleeping honey bee / In the clover grass.