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her by her by her angry air, Her brightblack eyes, her brightblack hair, Her rapid laughters wild and shrill, As laughters of the woodpecker From the bosom of a hill. 'Tis Kate—she sayeth what she will: For Kate hath an unbridled tongue, Clear as the twanging of a harp. Her heart is like a throbbing star. Kate hath a spirit ever strung Like a new bow, and bright and sharp As edges of the scymetar.}}