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“One time in the night as the black wind shifted,
And a flash of lightning stretch'd over the stream,
I seemed to see her with her brown hands lifted—
Only seem'd to see as one sees in a dream—
With her eyes wide wild and her pale lips press'd,
And the blood from her brow, and the flood to her breast;
When the flood caught her hair as flax in a wheel,
And wheeling and whirling her round like a reel;
Laugh'd loud her despair, then leapt like a steed,
Holding tight to her hair, folding fast to her heel,
Laughing fierce, leaping far as if spurr'd to its speed!
And a flash of lightning stretch'd over the stream,
I seemed to see her with her brown hands lifted—
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With her eyes wide wild and her pale lips press'd,
And the blood from her brow, and the flood to her breast;
When the flood caught her hair as flax in a wheel,
And wheeling and whirling her round like a reel;
Laugh'd loud her despair, then leapt like a steed,
Holding tight to her hair, folding fast to her heel,
Laughing fierce, leaping far as if spurr'd to its speed!
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