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Dark wrath has climbed her nut-brown throat,
And wrath in her wild blood sings,
But she tramples her passions underfoot
Because she comes of kings.
And wrath in her wild blood sings,
But she tramples her passions underfoot
Because she comes of kings.
She has taken her stand by her rival's side,
"Lord Thomas, you have heard,
As I am yours and you are mine
By ring and plighted word,
Avenge me here on our bridal day."—
Lord Thomas spoke no word.
"Lord Thomas, you have heard,
As I am yours and you are mine
By ring and plighted word,
Avenge me here on our bridal day."—
Lord Thomas spoke no word.
The Brown Girl's locks were held in place
By a dagger serpentine;
Thin it was and long and sharp,
And tempered well and fine.
By a dagger serpentine;
Thin it was and long and sharp,
And tempered well and fine.
And legend claimed that a dusky queen,
In a dusky dream-lit land,
Had loved in vain, and died of it,
By her own slim twilight hand.
In a dusky dream-lit land,
Had loved in vain, and died of it,
By her own slim twilight hand.
The Brown Girl's hair has kissed her waist,
Her hand has closed on steel;
Fair London's blood has joined the wine
She sullied with her heel.
Her hand has closed on steel;
Fair London's blood has joined the wine
She sullied with her heel.
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