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And there will be old yarn balls,^[1] and old spells
⁠In broken lime-kilns, and old eyes will peer
For constant lovers in old spidery wells,^[2]
⁠And old embraces will grow newly dear.
And some may meet old lovers in old dells,
⁠And some in doors ajar in towns light-lorn;
But two will meet beneath a gnarly thorn
Deep in the bosom of the windy fells.

Then when the night slopes home and white-faced day
⁠Yawns in the east there will be sad farewells;
And many feet will tap a lonely way

⁠Back to the comfort of their chilly cells,

1. They also throw balls of yarn (which must be black) over their left shoulders into old lime-kilns, holding one end and then winding it in till they feel it somehow caught, and expect to see in the darkness the face of their lover.
2. Also they look for his face in old wells.