And On Her Lover's Arm She Leant, And Round Her Waist She Felt It Fold, And Far Across The Hills They Went In That New World Which Is The Old.

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And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- The Day-Dream, The Departure, i

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