But soon it left her, entering ’neath the shade
Of cedar old and russeted tall pine,
Whose mighty tops, seen from the thorny glade,
Belted the hills about; and now no sign
Had she to guide her, save the slow descent.
But swiftly o’er the springy floor she went,
And drew the odorous air like draughts of wine.
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Then next she past a forest thick and dark
With heavy ilexes and platanes high,