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Yea,
For, at the last, I cannot say
What thing fell on her, when my lay
Hath told you of this Chaitivel,
Whom his fate made to love her well
And seek her, knowing nought of those
That held her on the other side
Of death. May this man's woe abide
With God for ever, among woes
Some heaven of his—some mystic kiss
Of Mary sweet shall turn to bliss!
For, at the last, I cannot say
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Hath told you of this Chaitivel,
Whom his fate made to love her well
And seek her, knowing nought of those
That held her on the other side
Of death. May this man's woe abide
With God for ever, among woes
Some heaven of his—some mystic kiss
Of Mary sweet shall turn to bliss!
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