A horseman passes on the plain.
A girl is thinking of him here
And of that fleet in Mytilene.
The iron blade is shining there.
And, as they culled the burning rose,
Their eyes at once grew loving wild.
What a sun the mouth that roves
To which the mouth has smiled.
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