Until the day breathes,
and the shadows flee,
Turn and be, my love,
Like a buck, or young stag,
On the cleft mountains.
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Book II: verse 17 Until the day breathes, and the shadows flee, Turn and be, my love, Like a buck, or young stag, On the cleft mountains. |
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