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The Mysterious Rider.
Upon a steed he came with speed,
The Day behind him breaking;
And still he sped when Day o'erhead
Her last farewell was taking.
The Day behind him breaking;
And still he sped when Day o'erhead
Her last farewell was taking.
“Ah, whither fliest?—Name thy goal!”
“The Dark from which I bounded!”
He spake and fled; and in my soul
The voice night-long resounded.
“The Dark from which I bounded!”
He spake and fled; and in my soul
The voice night-long resounded.
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