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Flying his hair and his eyes averse, / Fleet are his feet and his heart apart. / How could we clear his charms rehearse? / Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.
High on a down we found him last, / Shy as a hare, he fled as fast; / How could we clasp him or ever he passed? / Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.
How could we cling to his limbs that shone, / Ravish his cheeks' red gonfalon, / Or the wild-skin cloak that he had on? / Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.
For the wind of his feet still straightly shaping, / He loosed at our breasts from his eyes escaping / One crooked swift glance like a javelin leaping. / Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.
And his feet passed over the sunset land / From the place forlorn where a forlorn band / Watching him flying we still did stand. / Fleet are his feet and his heart apart.
Vanishing now who would not stay / To the blue hills on the verge of day. / O soft! soft! Music play, / Fading away, / (Fleet are his feet / And his heart apart) / Fading away.