But faithful lovers.

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Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds

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And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,

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When Midhirs wife had changed her to a fly,

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Awake unsleeping fires; and wove seven strings,

Of opal and ruhy and pale chrysolite

Because her 九*九*藏*書hands had been made wild by love.

Edain came out of Midhirs hill, and lay

That she among her winds might know he wept;