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I. One is a slow and melancholy maid; / I know riot if she cometh from the skies / Or from the sleepy gulfs, but she will rise / Often before me in the twilight shade, / Holding a bunch of poppies and a blade / Of springing wheat: prostrate my body lies / Before her on the turf, the while she ties / A fillet of the weed about my head; / And in the gaps of sleep I seem to hear / A gentle rustle like the stir of corn, / And words like odours thronging to my ear: / "Lie still, beloved -- still until the morn; / Lie still with me upon this rolling sphere -- / Still till the judgment; thou art faint and worn."
II. The other meets me in the public throng; / Her hair streams backward from her loose attire; / She hath a trumpet and an eye of fire; / She points me downward, steadily and long: -- / "There is thy grave -- arise, my son, be strong!