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THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.
I.
Year after year unto her feet,
The while she slumbereth alone,
Over the purpled coverlet
The maiden's jetblack hair hath grown,
On either side her trancéd form
Forthstreaming from a braid of pearl;
The slumbrous light is rich and warm,
And moves not on the rounded curl.
Year after year unto her feet,
The while she slumbereth alone,
Over the purpled coverlet
The maiden's jetblack hair hath grown,
On either side her trancéd form
Forthstreaming from a braid of pearl;
The slumbrous light is rich and warm,
And moves not on the rounded curl.
