Her Sort, A-Trembly, Wavy
Her sort, A-trembly, wavy
Spurning all nets morn to eve
I still doubt, re-encountering;
Who first was hard to believe!
Fair things, fairest I suspect
Remain, and will ever so
In light, shyest; imaginary world's.
In fairy-flight's afterglow.
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