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/ The light was faint, and soft the air / That breathed around the place; / And she was lithe, and tall, and fair, / And with a wayward grace / Her queenly head she bare.
/ With glowing cheek, with gleaming eye, / She met me on the way: / My spirit owned the witchery / Within her smile that lay: / I followed her, I knew not why.