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Rh Ill-bested for gay bridegroom.

I was by thy touch redeemed;

When thy meteor glances came,

We talked at large of worldly fate,

And drew truly every trait.

Once I dwelt apart,

Now I live with all;

As shepherd's lamp on far hill-side

Seems, by the traveller espied,

A door into the mountain heart,

So didst thou quarry and unlock

Highways for me through the rock.

Now, deceived, thou wanderest

In strange lands unblest;

And my kindred come to soothe me.

Southwind is my next of blood;

He is come through fragrant wood,

Drugged with spice from climates warm,

And in every twinkling glade,