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They, gleaming through the waters as they went,And striking with light sound the shining stones,Slid down the stream. The brothers looked and watchedAnd listened with full beating hearts till nowThe sight and sound had passed, and silentlyAnd half repentant hastened to the lodge.The sun was near his set; the music rangWithin the dwelling still, but the mirth waned;For groups of guests were sauntering toward their homesAcross the fields, and far on hillside paths,Gleamed the white robes of maidens. Sella grewWeary of the long merriment; she thoughtOf her still haunts beneath the soundless sea,And all unseen withdrew and sought the cleftWhere she had laid the slippers. They were gone.
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