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] And fasten firmly with a pin of gold. On her white shoulders, her long hair unrolled, Curling, and loose like a dark garment, lay, Which, gathering up, she swiftly coils away Under a cap of fine, transparent lace; Then decks the veilèd tresses with all grace,

Thrice with a ribbon blue encircling them,— The fair young brow's Arlesian diadem. Lastly, she adds an apron to the rest, And folds a muslin kerchief o'er her breast. In her dire haste, alone, the child forgat The shallow-crowned, broad-brimmed Provençal hat,

That might have screened her from the mortal heat. But, so arrayed, crept forth on soundless feet Adown the wooden staircase, in her hand Her shoes, undid the heavy door-bar, and Her soul unto the watchful saints commended, As away like a wind of night she wended.

It was the hour when constellations keep Their friendly watch o'er followers of the deep. The eye of St. John's eagle flashed afar, As it alighted on a burning star, One of the three where the evangelist Hath his alternate dwelling. Cloud nor mist