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Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers, Maiden most perfect, lady of light, With a noise of winds and many rivers, With a clamour of waters, and with might; -Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909), When the Hounds of Spring Are on Winter's Traces |
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