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FAIR is the pine grove and the mountain stream,
That gathers to the valley far below,
$(The black winged junks on the dim sea reach adream,)$
The pale blue firmament o'er banks of snow.
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And her, more fair, more supple smooth than jade,
Gleaming among the dark red woods I follow:
Now lingering, $(now as a bird afraid)$
$(Of pirate wings she seeks the haven)$ hollow 0.
$(Vague,)$ and beyond the daylight of recall
Into the cloudland past my spirit flies,
As though before the gold of autumn's fall,
Before the glow of the moon-flooded skies.
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