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GLIMPSED a woman's muslined form Sing-songing airily Against the moon; and still she sang, And took no heed of me.

Another trice, and I beheld What first I had not scanned, That now and then she tapped and shook A timbrel in her hand.

So late the hour, so white her drape, So strange the look it lent To that blank hill, I could not guess What phantastry it meant.

Then burst I forth: "Why such from you? Are you so happy now?" Her voice swam on; nor did she show Thought of me anyhow.