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True Thomas
Queen, when we kissed beneath the Eildon tree
I kissed for ever, tide me weal or woe;
The broad and narrow ways lay far below;
Among the fern you shook your bridle free:
We dared the dark, we dared the roaring sea,
We rode for Elfland—ah! how long ago!
Body and soul you have been mine, I know.
Body and soul you have been sure of me.
I kissed for ever, tide me weal or woe;
The broad and narrow ways lay far below;
Among the fern you shook your bridle free:
We dared the dark, we dared the roaring sea,
We rode for Elfland—ah! how long ago!
Body and soul you have been mine, I know.
Body and soul you have been sure of me.
Now comes the end—yet now when age shall cast
Like withered leaves into the mouldering past
The Rhymer's heart, the lips that kissed and sang,
Still, still the Elfin soul of me shall flame
To find the land wherefrom your beauty came,
The road whereon that night your bridle rang.
Like withered leaves into the mouldering past
The Rhymer's heart, the lips that kissed and sang,
Still, still the Elfin soul of me shall flame
To find the land wherefrom your beauty came,
The road whereon that night your bridle rang.
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