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The Dæmon Lover
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The Dæmon Lover
JAMES HARRIS (THE DÆMON LOVER)—E
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‘Where have you been, my long lost lover,This seven long years and more?’
‘I've been seeking gold for thee, my love,
And riches of great store.
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‘Now I'm come for the vows you promised me,You promised me long ago;’
‘My former vows you must forgive,
For I'm a wedded wife.’
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‘I might have been married to a king's daughter,Far, far ayont the sea;
But I refused the crown of gold,
And it's all for the love of thee.’
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‘If you might have married a king's daughter,Yourself you have to blame;
For I'm married to a ship's-carpenter,
And to him I have a son.
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‘Have you any place to put me in,If I with you should gang?’
‘I've seven brave ships upon the sea,
All laden to the brim.
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‘I'll build my love a bridge of steel,All for to help her oer;
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To keep my love from the cold.’
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She took her eldest son into her arms,And sweetly did him kiss:
‘My blessing go with you, and your father too,
For little does he know of this.’
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As they were walking up the street,Most beautiful for to behold,
He cast a glamour oer her face,
And it shone like the brightest gold.
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As they were walking along the sea-side,Where his gallant ship lay in,
So ready was the chair of gold
To welcome this lady in.
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They had not sailed a league, a league,A league but scarsely three,
Till altered grew his countenance,
And raging grew the sea.
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When they came to yon sea-side,She set her down to rest;
It's then she spied his cloven foot,
Most bitterly she wept.
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‘O is it for gold that you do weep?Or is it for fear?
Or is it for the man you left behind
When that you did come here?’
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‘It is not for gold that I do weep,O no, nor yet for fear;
But it is for the man I left behind
When that I did come here.
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‘O what a bright, bright hill is yon,That shines so clear to see?’
‘O it is the hill of heaven,’ he said,
‘Where you shall never be.’
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‘O what a black, dark hill is yon,That looks so dark to me?’
‘O it is the hill of hell,’ he said,
‘Where you and I shall be.
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‘Would you wish to see the fishes swimIn the bottom of the sea,
Or wish to see the leaves grow green
On the banks of Italy?’
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‘I hope I'll never see the fishes swimOn the bottom of the sea,
But I hope to see the leaves grow green
On the banks of Italy.’
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He took her up to the topmast high,To see what she could see;
He sunk the ship in a flash of fire,
To the bottom of the sea.
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