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 STOLEN WATERS.

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.

The trees were thick with many a fruit,
 * The grass with many a flower:

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