Modesty, that soft faced for it
Paling mists, as seen from out.
So twas, dream-like, who's impression.
Since woke from, morning-devout!
Modesty, that soft voiced for it
Fern-hid ripple, as heard, too.
So twas, day-clear, what did entrance.
Since shook free, its like persue!
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