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[She came in shadowy vestment clad again]
She came in shadowy vestment clad again,A golden fillet bound her braided hair,
And like a Grecian lady she did wear
Her vest's resplendent cincture; of the train
She seemed of those who tread the Delphian fane
With song and virgin symphony; or where
Cephisus leads through grot and fountain fair
His silver-footed Naiad to the main.
And still when bound in slumber deep alone,
Ever do I that beauteous form behold,
Ever the visionary semblance own
Of her, whose image in my heart I hold;
The maid with golden diadem, and zone
Resplendent, and the vest of floating fold.
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