I had a dream last night.
I stood by the river and watched a lady swimming.
I called to her to come to me,
But she called back,
"Palmer, Palmer! How can I come back?
I, your Guyon, am by Phaedria's frigot ytossed!"
But it was not Phaedria and her little boat carrying her away,
But the river, and yet not the river.
For the lady in the river could swim to
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