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When I had laid it on the floor. I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl. With apple blossoms in her hair. Who called me by my name and ran. And faded through the brightening air. . . .

William Butler Yeats