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 What thy name, august, may be,

Fairest! first reveal to me!"

I am come from Heaven's domain:

If I spoke it ne'er so plain

You my name could never hear

As the Angels say it there.

Flying past your little star,

All so fair it looked, afar—

Silvery sea and snow-tipped hill—

That I had an idle will

Once to set my foolish feet

On those flowers that shone so sweet.

So I laid my robe aside

In the tree which you espied:

And, without it—shame and woe!

To my home I cannot go!"

Loveliest Lady! little mind

Had I, at the first, my find

Ever to surrender. Now

When you deign to tell me how.