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"I know by the hills," she resumed calm and clear, "By the beauty upon them, that HE is anear: Did they ever look _so_ since he bade me adieu? Oh, love in the waking, sweet brother, is true, As Saint Agnes in sleeping!"
"I know by the hills," she resumed calm and clear, "By the beauty upon them, that HE is anear: Did they ever look _so_ since he bade me adieu? Oh, love in the waking, sweet brother, is true, As Saint Agnes in sleeping!"