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And fields of rice and scented grass Made green each distant plain; And cool and bright adown the stream The water lilies swept, As if within each silvery hold The god Camdeo slept.

She came, the young and royal bride, And if the place was fair, Before her eyes shed sunshine round, How fair when she was there! An hundred maidens and their lutes Came with their queen along; The mornings passed, the evenings passed, With story and with song: His sword the conqueror forgot, Her early home his bride— Whenever they and summer sought Their palace by the tide.