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Shepherd Boy and Nereid

Ah, once of old in some forgotten tongue,

Forgotten land, I was a shepherd boy,

And you a Nereid, a wingèd joy:

On through the dawn-bright peaks our bodies swung

And flower-soft lyrics by immortals sung

Fell from their unseen pinnacles in air:

God looked from Heaven that hour, for you were fair,

And I a poet, and the star was young.

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