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I wandered over the Western water,
(Oh sweet is the rose in the fresh Spring-time!)
And I came in the evening, when light was dying,
To a land where the hum of the world was still,
Where the voice of the evening wind was sighing
And the spells of sleep were over the air;
And I saw in the setting the golden hair
Of the sunset broider the mists, until
They grew to the robe of the marsh-king's daughter.
(Oh sweet is the rose in the fresh Spring-time!)
And I came in the evening, when light was dying,
To a land where the hum of the world was still,
Where the voice of the evening wind was sighing
And the spells of sleep were over the air;
And I saw in the setting the golden hair
Of the sunset broider the mists, until
They grew to the robe of the marsh-king's daughter.
Golden starlets were over her head,
(A crown for the marsh-king's daughter.)
‘Come to my arms,’ I answered and said;
And she came, with the West-wind's murmurous tread,
To me that so long had sought her.
(A crown for the marsh-king's daughter.)
‘Come to my arms,’ I answered and said;
And she came, with the West-wind's murmurous tread,
To me that so long had sought her.
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