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Over the leas the Princess came,

On the sward of the cliffs that breast the sea,

With her cheeks aglow and her hair aflame,

That snared the eyes and blinded them,

And now is but a memory.

Over the leas, the wind-tossed dream,

Over the leas above the sea,

Passed and went to reign supreme.

– No need of a crown or diadem

In the kingdom of misty Memory.