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 Some thirst-stricken Hunter— Swarth priest of the wood, Around thee hath strewn them, In fond gratitude.

Orb of the green waste, Open and clear, Friend of the Hunter, Loved of the deer; Brilliantly breaking Beneath the blue sky, Gladdening the leaflets That tremulous sigh; Star of my wandering, Symbol of love, Lead me to dream of The Fountain above!