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 Yet when I looked was nothing but the arras

There at my side, with woven knights who glowed

In coloured silks the running stag to harass,

There was no stream, yet in my mind abode

The sense of both beside me as I strode,

And lovely faces leaned, and pictures came

Of water in a great sheet like a flame;

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