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In dim samite was she bedight, / And on her hair a hoop of gold, / Like fox-fire in the tawn moonlight, / Was glimmering cold.
With soft gray eyes she gloomed and glowered; / With soft red lips she sang a song: / What knight might gaze upon her face, / Nor fare along?