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IX
YOUNG DIANA
Grace of the crescent has young Dian,
Spurning the globe with her tiptoe tread,
Gazing along where the arrow sped
For a little white rabbit that ran.
Girlish and wanton is young Dian,
Slender and lithe as a reed in the wind;
Fast in her heart that arrow she'll find
When her true lover grows to a man.
