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 The thousand slender tree-stems soon hid the way she went As they who hold a secret and therewith are content. The dead man smiled in silence; a strange thought in me said, If I had heard her speak at all then I too should be dead: Her voice—what would her voice be?—and then I fled, afraid, The spell was loosed that bound me to the evil glade.

O the flowers in the grass, The wood-dove in the tree; From magic and from sudden death, Good Lord deliver me!