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That above all men
Would I choose for friend,
To him with my greetings give this silver dish.”
How they go hurrying,
How they go scurrying!
Under his gold helm streams his hair,
In the fanning wind, as away he doth fare,
And his warrior-height
Towers in sight
Above the birches on the grassy mountain-slope.
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