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“Now the gold weigh'd well, but was lighter of weight
Than we two had taken for days of late,
So I was fretted, and brow a-frown,
I said, half-angered, with head held down—
‘Well, yes, she is fairer; and I loved her first:
And shall love her last, come worst to the worst.’
Than we two had taken for days of late,
So I was fretted, and brow a-frown,
I said, half-angered, with head held down—
‘Well, yes, she is fairer; and I loved her first:
And shall love her last, come worst to the worst.’
“Her lips grew livid, and her eyes afire
As I said this thing; and higher and higher
The hot words ran, when the booming thunder
Peal'd in the crags and the pine-tops under,
While up by the cliff in the murky skies
It look'd as the clouds had caught the fire—
The flash and fire of her wonderful eyes!
As I said this thing; and higher and higher
The hot words ran, when the booming thunder
Peal'd in the crags and the pine-tops under,
While up by the cliff in the murky skies
It look'd as the clouds had caught the fire—
The flash and fire of her wonderful eyes!
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