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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
xii.
A cavalier from off his saddle-bow,
That bore a lady from a leaguer'd town;
And then, I know not how,
xiii.
Stream'd onward, lost their edges, and did creep
Roll'd on each other, rounded, smooth'd, and brought
Into the gulfs of sleep.
xiv.
In an old wood: fresh-wash'd in coolest dew,
The maiden splendours of the morning star
Shook in the stedfast blue.
xv.
Upon the dusky brushwood underneath
Their broad curved branches, fledged with clearest green,
New from its silken sheath.