Among the grasses ’neath the open skies,
And heard the mounting larks, whose carol spoke
Delighted invitation to arise,
She lay as one who after many a league
Hath slept off memory with his long fatigue,
And waking knows not in what place he lies:
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Anon her quickening thought took up its task,
And all came back as it had happ’d o’ernight;
The sad procession of the wedding mask,