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With eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes, / Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown, / Till evening with pearl-dew dims the shining grasses / And night lit with dreamlight enfolds the sleepy town.
Then she will wander, her heart all a laughter, / Tracking the dream star that lights the purple gloom.
She follows the proud and golden races after, / As high as theirs her spirit, as high will be her doom.