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in Kiev upon the hills: "This night, from eventide, they dressed me, "he said, "with a black pall on a bedstead of yew. They ladled out for me blue wine mixed with bane. From the empty quivers of pagan tulks they rolled great pearls onto my breast, and caressed me. Already the traves lacked the master-girder in my gold-crested tower! All night, from eventide, |