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 He bade his heart go to her, When the owls called out no more; In a red and quivering gament It sang to her through the door.

It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming, Of a ﬂutter of ﬂower-like hair; But she took up her fan from the table And waved it off on the air.

'I have cap and bells' he pondered, 'I will send them to her and die;' And when the morning whitened He left them where she went by.

She laid them upon her bosom, Under a cloud of her hair, And her red lips sang them a love song: Till stars grew out of the air.