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 | | Zephyr, bear it on the wing, Twine it round my loved one's dress; To her glass then let her spring, Full of eager... |
 | | The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, As we floated away, at the caller’s will, Through the intricate, mazy dance together. |
 | | Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am drawn nightward; I must turn again Where, down beyond the low untrodden strand, There curves and glimmers outward to the unknown The old... |
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