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I made a garland for her head,
 * And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She look'd at me as she did love,
 * And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
 * And nothing else saw all day long,

For sidelong would she bend, and sing
 * A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
 * And honey wild, and manna dew,

And sure in language strange she said—
 * "I love thee true."

She took me to her elfin grot,
 * And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes
 * With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep.
 * And there I dream'd—Ah! woe betide

The latest dream I ever dream'd
 * On the cold hill's side.