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Ere I Woke

Ere I Woke

From the sunset mountain-spring,

I heard the lonely naiad sing,

Praising the weedy bowers of her abode. Sweeter than silence was her song,

Sweeter than sleep her answer When I spoke:

Quickly then her cold arms wound me In the water,

and they drowned me ----- Ere I woke

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