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salmon-trout drifts in the stream, The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream Like a little wafer of light.

The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea

As light as the shadow of the fish that falls through the water, She came into the large room by the stair, Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her.

"I am just from bed. The sleep is still in my eyes. "Come. I have had a long dream."

And I: "That wood? And two springs have passed us."