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REST.
She leans across the castle-parapetTrolling for visions where swift waters flow
Through wooded pools to narrow straits below;
Where scythe-seamed fields and shade-trees singly set
The forest under dim blue hills have met,
Where clouds have lifted up the sunny snow,
And all appear the river's voice to know
While there she listens to its playful fret,
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The full-leaved boughs that rustle in the glare
Her fellow prisoners in the witching sound,
Stretching and purring in the sunny air:
So her fixed look is in the vision bound
That with unwary eyes she sought to snare.
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