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[While lone I stood]
While lone I stoodWithin the wood
I heard the feet of Silence edge
And stumble on a rocky ledge—
A sound of waters foaming down
Between mossed banks of green and brown:
And through the trees, that leaned to listen,
I caught a momentary glisten
Of her white limbs all interwound
With white confusion of her gown,
That made a dim and glimmering sound.
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