“Undine”

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“Undine”

’Twas far away and long ago,

When I was but a dreaming boy,

This fairy tale of love and woe

Entranced my heart with tearful joy;

And while with white Undine I wept

Your spirit⁠—ah, how strange it seems⁠—

Was cradled in some star, and slept,

Unconscious of her coming dreams.