Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star
She came form very far
to seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.
She left the rosy morn
She left the fields of corn
for twilight cold and lorn
and water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil
She sees the sky look pale
and hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.
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