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POEMS.
III.
I made a feast; I bad him come:
I won his love, I brought him home.
The wind is roaring in turret an' tree.
And after supper, on a bed,
Upon my lap he laid his head:
O the Earl was fair to see!
I made a feast; I bad him come:
I won his love, I brought him home.
The wind is roaring in turret an' tree.
And after supper, on a bed,
Upon my lap he laid his head:
O the Earl was fair to see!
IV.
I kissed his eyelids into rest;
His ruddy cheek upon my breast.
The wind is raging in turret an' tree.
I hated him with the hate of hell,
But I loved his beauty passing well.
O the Earl was fair tu see!
I kissed his eyelids into rest;
His ruddy cheek upon my breast.
The wind is raging in turret an' tree.
I hated him with the hate of hell,
But I loved his beauty passing well.
O the Earl was fair tu see!
V.
I rose up in the silent night:
I made my dagger sharp and bright.
The wind is raving in turret an' tree.
As half-asleep his breath he drew,
Three times I stabbed him through and through.
O the Earl was fair to see!
I rose up in the silent night:
I made my dagger sharp and bright.
The wind is raving in turret an' tree.
As half-asleep his breath he drew,
Three times I stabbed him through and through.
O the Earl was fair to see!
