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Touched with gold and red
the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea. |
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He stood still enchanted,
while the sweet syllables of the elvish song fell like clear jewels
of blended word and melody. |
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And I shall not be dark, but
beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea
and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm
and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All
shall love me and despair! |
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His head was dark, crowned
with sharp white stars that glittered in the black pools of the sky
behind. But now rising and sailing up from the south, the great clouds
advanced, sending out dark outriders into the starry fields. A sudden
dread fell on the Company. |
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