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And moved as in a dream Of song and odour, bloom and beam, As he dwelt in a magic bower, Charm'd from all by fairy power. —And rode out that morn, With hunting train, and hawk, and horn; And broider'd rein, and curb of gold, And housings with their purple fold Decked the white steed o'er which she leant Graceful as a young cypress, bent By the first summer wind: she wore A cap the heron plume waved o'er, And round her wrist a golden band, Which held the falcon on her hand. The bird's full eye, so clear, so bright, Match'd not her own's dark flashing light.