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Then seemed I wrapped in rolling mists, and, oh, Her arm was round me and her kisses dear On eyes and lips, and words that none may know-- What words of promise said she in mine ear! Drunk with her beauty still I felt no fear, When, past the forest, like some bounding brute, I heard the river roaring. Drawing near, Again she whispered, and my soul grew mute Before her voice that lulled like music of a lute: