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And then, in low and tremulous tones, she told

The story of his birth-night; the boy's eyes,

As the wild tale went on, were bright and bold,

With a weird look that did not seem surprise:

"Perhaps," he said, "this lady and her elves

Will one day come, and take me to themselves."

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