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KING GOLDIMAR.
I
Between the setting of the sunAnd rising of the evening star,
Deep in the greenwood glade alone
She met King Goldimar.
A milk-white steed he lightly strode,
With jewelled falchion at his knee,
With golden casque and golden spur,
And graith of samite, fair to see:
And thus he rode to win her love,
From Avalun, the fays' countree.
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II
He louted low from saddle bow,He breathed into the maiden's ear;
And in the silence of the wood
Her heart stood still to hear!
He swung her deftly up on steed;
He gave her charmèd kisses three:
Says, “Golden crown for locks of gold,
Sweet Ladye, an thou wend with me;”—
And forth into the night they rode
To Avalun, the fays' countree.
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