There once was a Vilia, a witch of the wood, A hunter beheld her alone as she stood.
The wood maiden smiled and no answer she gave, But beckoned him into the shade of the cave, He never had known such a rapturous bliss, No maiden of mortals so sweetly can kiss! As before her feet he lay, She vanished in the wood away.
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A hunter beheld her alone as she stood.
The wood maiden smiled and no answer she gave,
But beckoned him into the shade of the cave,
He never had known such a rapturous bliss,
No maiden of mortals so sweetly can kiss!
As before her feet he lay,
She vanished in the wood away.
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