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I	A
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Dizzily round	B
On the elf hills white in the yellow moonlight	C
To a sweet unholy ravishing sound	B
Of wizard voices from underground	B
Their mazy dance the Elle maids wound	B
On St John's Eve	D
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II	A
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Beautiful white	C
Like a wreath of mist by the starbeams kissed	E
And frail sweet faces bloomed out on the night	C
From floating tresses of glow worm light	C
That puffed like foam to the left and the right	C
On St John's Eve	D
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III	A
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Warily there	F
They flashed like a rill which the moonbeams fill	G
But I saw what a mockery all of them were	H
With their hollow bodies when the moonlit air	F
Rayed out through their eyes with a sudden glare	F
On St John's Eve	D
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IV	D
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Solemnly sweet	I
By the river's banks in the rushes' ranks	J
The Necks their sorrowful songs repeat	I
A music of winds over dipping wheat	I
Of moss dulled cascades seemed to meet	I
On St John's Eve	D
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V	D
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Drowsily swam	K
The fire flies fleet in eddies of heat	I
Through the willows a glimmer of gold harps came	L
And I saw their hair like a misty flame	L
Bunched over white brows too white to name	L
On St John's Eve	D
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VI	D
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Beggarly torn	M
A wizen chap in a red peaked cap	N
All gray with the chaff and dust of the corn	M
And strong with the pungent scent of the barn	O
The Nis scowled under the flowering thorn	M
On St John's Eve	D
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VII	D
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Merrily call	P
The singing crickets in the twinkling thickets	Q
And the Troll hill rose on pillars tall	P
Crimson pillars that ranked a hall	P
Where the beak nosed Trolls were holding a ball	P
On St John's Eve	D
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VIII	D
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Reveling flew	R
From beakers of gold the wassail old	S
And she reached me a goblet brimmed bright with dew	R
But her wily witcheries well I knew	R
And the philtre over my shoulder threw	R
On St John's Eve	D

Madison Julius Cawein

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