The Deer
From out the folded hills,
That lie beneath a thin blue veil,
There comes a deer to drink
From Limbo's waters in the dale.
Then flies he back into
The hills; and sitting here, I dream
And watch, as vain as he,
My image lying in the stream.
From out the folded hills,
That lie beneath a thin blue veil,
There comes a deer to drink
From Limbo's waters in the dale.
Then flies he back into
The hills; and sitting here, I dream
And watch, as vain as he,
My image lying in the stream.
That lie beneath a thin blue veil,
There comes a deer to drink
From Limbo's waters in the dale.
Then flies he back into
The hills; and sitting here, I dream
And watch, as vain as he,
My image lying in the stream.
From out the folded hills,
That lie beneath a thin blue veil,
There comes a deer to drink
From Limbo's waters in the dale.
Then flies he back into
The hills; and sitting here, I dream
And watch, as vain as he,
My image lying in the stream.
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