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The Elf.
If thou wilt persist to ponder
On the phantom fled,
Can there be a moment's wonder
Thou art ill bested?
On the phantom fled,
Can there be a moment's wonder
Thou art ill bested?
She who, robed in green so meetly,
Blink'd on thee and smiled,
Fleetly came and went as fleetly—
Was no mortal child.
Blink'd on thee and smiled,
Fleetly came and went as fleetly—
Was no mortal child.
She who sung to thee so sweetly,
And to airs so wild,
Featly danced, still danced so featly—
Was no mortal child.
And to airs so wild,
Featly danced, still danced so featly—
Was no mortal child.
Dream not on her tresses yellow;
Elf yet only can
Be to elf a fitting fellow,
Not to mortal man!
Elf yet only can
Be to elf a fitting fellow,
Not to mortal man!
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