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A little Cyclops, with one eyeStaring to threaten and defy,That thought comes next—and instantlyThe freak is over,The shape will vanish, and behold!A silver Shield with boss of gold,That spreads itself, some Faery boldIn fight to cover.
I see thee glittering from afar;—And then thou art a pretty Star,Not quite so fair as many areIn heaven above thee!Yet like a star, with glittering crest,Self-poised in air thou seems't to rest;—May peace come never to his nest,Who shall reprove thee!
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