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"O whence do you come, my dear friend, to me, / With your golden hair all fallen below your knee, / And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea, / And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?"
"From the other world I come back to you, / My locks are uncurled with dripping, drenching dew. / You know the old, whilst I know the new: / But to-morrow you shall know this too."