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Rh Suddenly &hellip; as light as shade of night,

As white as early snow of hills,

Out cometh a woman naked

And on the shore herself she seats.

Upon the aged monk she gazes

And she combs her moistened tresses—

The holy monk with terror trembles,

Upon her charms still he gazes;

With her hand to him she beckons

And her head she's quickly nodding.&hellip;

And suddenly like a falling star

The dreamy wave she vanished under.

The sober monk, all night he slept not,

And all day he prayed not

The shadow unwittingly before him

Of the wondrous maid he ever sees.

Again the forest is clad in darkness,

Along the clouds the moon is sailing.

Again the maid above the water,

Pale and splendent there she sits.

Gaze her eyes, nods her head,

Throws kisses, and she 's sporting,

The wave she sprinkles, and she frolics;

Child-like weeping now and laughing;