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Rh Shot a swift and fatal arrow,

And a bird, with shining feathers,

At his feet fell wounded sorely.

"But, O wondrous transformation!

'T was no bird he saw before him,

'T was a beautiful young woman,

With the arrow in her bosom!

"When her blood fell on the planet,

On the sacred Star of Evening,

Broken was the spell of magic,

Powerless was the strange enchantment,

And the youth, the fearless bowman,

Suddenly felt himself descending,

Held by unseen hands, but sinking

Downward through the empty spaces,

Downward through the clouds and vapors,

Till he rested on an island,

On an island, green and grassy,

Yonder in the Big-Sea-Water.

"After him he saw descending