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And shall I not be safe from men-folk there,
Thou cruel King, when she is guarding me,
The mighty maid from whom the shepherds flee,
When in the gathering dusk 'twixt day and night,
The dead leaves tell them of her footsteps light,
Because they mind how dear Actaeon bought
The lovely sight for which he never sought,
Diana naked in the water wan.
William Morris, The Earthly Paradise
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