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O hurry to the water amid the trees,

For there the tall deer and his leman sigh

When they have but looked upon their images,

O that none ever loved but you and I!

Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed,

Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,

When the sun looked out of his golden hood,

O that none ever loved but you and I!

O hurry to the hollow wood, for there

I will drive out the deer and moon and cry—

O my share of the world, O yellow hair,

No one has ever loved but you and I!