Alliterative

Along a glade of gold and grain,
She stood out like a stunning star;
A pirouette, a pas de un,
A fire falling from afar —

A wanderer I weary was,
Until I saw her save the sun;
Then love, that liar, left me lame,
The daftest dunce, whose doubts

Were done

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