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Rh They heard above the ocean swell, Ring faint but clear a wedding bell. And where the boat put off they found A tiny shoe upon the ground.

As scent of faded rose-leaves dead With dreams of summer fills the head, As the faint murmurs in a shell Of green foam-crested surges tell, So this forgotten little shoe Told me the tale I've told to you.

"Rip van Winkle."