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'Oh where are you
going with your lovelocks flowing,
'The downhill path
is easy, come with me an it please ye,
So they two went
together in glowing August weather,
And dear she was
to dote on, her swift feet seemed to float on
'Oh what is that
in heaven where grey cloud-flakes are seven,
'Oh that's a
meteor sent us, a message dumb, portentous,
'Oh what is that
glides quickly where velvet flowers grow thickly,
'Oh what's that in
the hollow, so pale I quake to follow?'
'Turn
again, O my sweetest, - turn again, false and fleetest;
'Nay, too steep
for hill mounting; nay, too late for cost counting;
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