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THE PRINCESS;
The woman-conqueror; woman-conquer'd thereThe bearded Victor of ten-thousand hymns,And all the men mourn'd at his side: but weSet forth to climb; then, climbing, Cyril keptWith Psyche, Florian with the other, and IWith mine affianced. Many a little handGlanced like a touch of sunshine on the rocks,Many a light foot shone like a jewel setIn the dark crag: and then we turn'd, we woundAbout the cliffs, the copses, out and in,Hammering and clinking, chattering stony namesOf shale and hornblende, rag and trap and tuff,Amygdaloid and trachyte, till the SunGrew broader toward his death and fell, and allThe rosy heights came out above the lawns.
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