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My mother taught me prayers To say when I had need	86
"O, sisters, cross the bridge with me, My eyes are full of sand. What matter that I cannot see, If ye take me by the hand?"	100
Fair Jehane du Castel beau Wore her wreath till it was dead	122
But she is a housewife good and wary, And a great steel key hangs bright From her gown, as red as the flowers in corn	136
Beneath an apple-tree our heads Stretched out toward the sea	150
"Wind, wind! thou art sad, art thou kind? Wind, wind, unhappy! thou art blind, Yet still thou wanderest the lily-seed to find"	156
No one walks there now; Except in the white moonlight The white ghosts walk in a row	166
Then Godmar turn'd again and said: "So, Jehane, the first fitte is read! Take note, my lady, that your way Lies backward to the Chatelet!"	174