THE rogue, she smiled, then swept away,
Her raven locks behind her streaming;
My very pulse forgot to play,
And I was left in wonder dreaming.
The Pleiads lost their charms that night
And Dian lost her bow and quiver;
They'd with the damsel taken flight,
And never have been found since-never!
The Fair Thief
Joseph Skipsey
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