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SELLA.
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Or haply they were placed beside the brookTo be a snare. I cannot see thy nameUpon the border,—only charactersOf mystic look and dim are there, like signsOf some strange art; nay, daughter, wear them not." Then Sella hung the slippers in the porchOf that broad rustic lodge, and all who passed,Admired their fair contexture, but none knowWho left them by the brook And now, at length,May, with her flowers and singing birds, had gone,And on bright streams and into deep wells shoneThe high, mid-summer sun. One day, at noon,Sella was missed from the accustomed meal.They sought her in her favorite haunts, they lookedBy the great rock, and far along the stream,And shouted in the sounding woods her name.
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