A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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lxvii.
"Moreover it is written that my race
Hewed Ammon, hip and thigh, from Aroer
On Arnon unto Minneth." Here her face
Glowed, as I looked at her.
"Moreover it is written that my race
Hewed Ammon, hip and thigh, from Aroer
On Arnon unto Minneth." Here her face
Glowed, as I looked at her.
lxviii.
She locked her lips: she left me where I stood:
"Glory to God," she sang, and past afar,
Thridding the sombre boskage of the wood,
Toward the morningstar.
She locked her lips: she left me where I stood:
"Glory to God," she sang, and past afar,
Thridding the sombre boskage of the wood,
Toward the morningstar.
lxix.
Losing her carol I stood pensively,
As one that from a casement leans his head,
When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly,
And the old year is dead.
Losing her carol I stood pensively,
As one that from a casement leans his head,
When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly,
And the old year is dead.
lxx.
"Alas! alas!" a low voice, full of care,
Murmured beside me: "Turn and look on me:
I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair,
If what I was I be.
"Alas! alas!" a low voice, full of care,
Murmured beside me: "Turn and look on me:
I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair,
If what I was I be.
