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Ran toward the lodge. The youth beheld and markedThe spot and slowly followed from afar. Now had the marriage rite been said; the brideStood in the blush that from her burning cheekGlowed down the alabaster neck, as mornCrimsons the pearly heaven halfway to the west.At once the harpers struck their chords; a gushOf music broke upon the air; the youthsAll started to the dance. Among them movedThe queenly Sella with a grace that seemedCaught from the swaying of the summer sea.The young drew forth the elders to the dance,Who joined it half abashed, but when they feltThe joyous music tingling in their veins,They called for quaint old measures, which they trodAs gayly as in youth, and far abroad
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