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My mother taught me prayers
To say when I had need
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"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?"
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Fair Jehane du Castel beau
Wore her wreath till it was dead
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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
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Beneath an apple-tree our heads
Stretched out toward the sea
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"Wind, wind! thou art sad, art thou kind?
Wind, wind, unhappy! thou art blind,
Yet still thou wanderest the lily-seed to find"
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No one walks there now;
Except in the white moonlight
The white ghosts walk in a row
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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!"
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