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High
on
a
stag
the
Goddess
held
her
seat,
and
there
were
little
hounds
about
her
feet;
below
her
feet
there
was
a
sickle
moon,
waxing
it
seemed,
but
would
be
waning
soon.
Her
statue
bore
a
mantle
of
bright
green,
her
hand
a
bow
with
arrows
cased
and
keen;
her
eyes
were
lowered,
gazing
as
she
rode
down
to
where
Pluto
has
his
dark
abode.
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