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Her Triumph. I did the dragon's will until you came. Because I had fancied love a casual. Improvisation, or a settled game. That followed if I let the kerchief fall: Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings. And heavenly music if they gave it wit; And then you stood among the dragon-rings. I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it. And broke the chain and set my ankles free, Saint George or else a pagan Perseus; And now we stare astonished at the sea, And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.

William Butler Yeats