Lo, when we wade the tangled wood,
In haste and hurry to be there,
Nought seem its leaves and blossoms good,
...
Ye who have come o’er the sea
to behold this grey minster of lands,
Whose floor is the tomb of time past,
...
There were four of us about that bed;
The mass-priest knelt at the side,
I and his mother stood at the head,
Over his feet lay the bride;
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Hot August noon: already on that day
Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad
Of mouth and eye, he had gone leagues of way;
Ay and by night, till whether good or bad
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Summer looked for long am I:
Much shall change or e'er I die.
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Had she come all the way for this,
To part at last without a kiss?
Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain
That her own eyes might see him slain
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A ship with shields before the sun,
Six maidens round the mast,
A red-gold crown on every one,
A green gown on the last.
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I am the ancient apple-queen,
As once I was so am I now.
For evermore a hope unseen,
Betwixt the blossom and the bough.
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I1.
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning
.
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
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Strong are thine arms, O love, & strong
Thine heart to live, and love, and long;
But thou art wed to grief and wrong:
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