Once, in the dim wood,
Ere dove-winged dawn,
Slender and slim, would
Haunt the faun,
Antic of limb, would
Leap the faun —
Once, in the dim wood,
Ere dove-winged dawn.
Now, ere the cold grey
Moonbeams die,
Only the old grey
Brocks lurch by,
Only the bold grey
Brocks roll by —
Now ere the cold grey
Moonbeams die.
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