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And bound about by the twining glory,
Vine and trellis in the vernal morn,
As still and sweet as a babe new-born,
The brown Queen dream'd of the old new story.
Vine and trellis in the vernal morn,
As still and sweet as a babe new-born,
The brown Queen dream'd of the old new story.
But hark! her sentry's passionate words,
The sound of shields, and the clash of swords!
And slow she came, her head on her breast,
And her two hands held as to plead for rest.
The sound of shields, and the clash of swords!
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And her two hands held as to plead for rest.
Where, O where, were the Juno graces?
Where, O where, was the glance of Jove,
As the Queen came forth from the sacred places,
Hidden away in the heart of the grove?
Where, O where, was the glance of Jove,
As the Queen came forth from the sacred places,
Hidden away in the heart of the grove?
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