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the birth of the callitriche.
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"Daughter of light
I pine, I pine,
By day and night,
For thy smile divine!

"Oh! radiant maid,
My dwelling share!
Our nymphs shall braid
Thy shining hair.

"And I will keep
Thy star-urn pure,
While thou shalt sleep
In joy secure.

"Where stately stands
My coral hall
On golden sands
Thy feet shall fall.

"From rosy shell
Thy rosier lip,
Where dimples dwell,
Shall nectar sip;