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- And ever as the summer comes the mystic queen,
- Forbidden ever to return as comet to the sky,
- Steals silently from out the west, at rising of the sun,
- To look upon her lover’s mantled form
- And meditate, alone, that sweet, sad morn
- When first they met; and still the hag, hell born,
- Pursues and draws obscuring veil o’er each; to realms unknown
- They thus return. The tale is true, for even mortal eye,
- When blessed of sight, may yet behold that very scene."
