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SELLA.
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Came through the open windows cheerful shoutsAnd bursts of laughter. They who heard the soundUpon the mountain footpaths paused and said,"A merry wedding." Lovers stole awayThat sunny afternoon to bowers that edgedThe garden walks, and what was whispered thereThe lovers of those later times can guess. Meanwhile the brothers, when the merry dinWas loudest, stole to where the slippers lay,And took them thence, and followed down the brookTo where a little rapid rushed betweenIts borders of smooth rock, and dropped them in.The rivulet, as they touched its face, flung upIts small bright waves like hands, and seemed to takeThe prize with eagerness and draw it down.
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