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5. THE FAIR THIEF.
The sweet one smiled, then swept away,
Her raven locks behind her streaming;
My very pulse forgot to play,
And I was left in wonder dreaming.
Her raven locks behind her streaming;
My very pulse forgot to play,
And I was left in wonder dreaming.
The Pleiads lost their lyres that night;
And Dian lost her bow and quiver;
They'd with the damsel taken flight,
And never have been found since—never!
And Dian lost her bow and quiver;
They'd with the damsel taken flight,
And never have been found since—never!
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