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Then, lifting slow her pleasant sleep,
 He took her with him through the night,
And swam a River cold and deep,
 And vanished up an awful Height.

And, in her Father's House beyond,
 They gave her beauty robe and crown:
———On me, I think, far, faint, and fond,
 Her eyes to-day look, yearning, down.