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Oaks and a water. By the water -- eyes, / Ice-green and steadfast as cold stars; and hair / Yellow as eyes deep in a she-wolf's lair; / And limbs, like darkness that the lightning dyes. / The humped oaks stand black under iron skies; / The dry wind whirls the dead leaves everywhere; / Wild on the water falls a vulture glare / Of moon, and wild the circling raven flies. / Again the power of this thing hath laid / Illusion on him: and he seems to hear / A sweet voice calling him beyond his gates / To longed-for love; he comes; each forest glade / Seems reaching out white arms to draw him near -- / Nearer and nearer to the death that waits.