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Rh And killed our quarry in his native lair.

Then Artemis spun round to me and said,

"Whence come you?" and I took her long damp hair

And made a ball of it, and said, "Where you

Are midnight's dreams of love." She dropped her head,

No word she spoke, but, panting in her side,

I heard her heart. The trees were all at peace,

And lifting slowly on the grey evetide

A large and lovely star. Then to release

Her hair, my hand dropped to her girded waist

And lay there shyly. "O my love, the lease

Of your existence is for ever: taste

No less with me the love of earth," I cried.

"Though for so short a while on lands and seas