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VENGEANCE
My lady came in mournful plight,
And told me, how some courtly knight
Had gabbled o'er her blameless name
The censure of a shameless shame.
And told me, how some courtly knight
Had gabbled o'er her blameless name
The censure of a shameless shame.
And, as she told his hideous lies,
And rainy sorrow brimmed her eyes,
Upon my sword, beside her laid,
She wept three tears against the blade.
And rainy sorrow brimmed her eyes,
Upon my sword, beside her laid,
She wept three tears against the blade.
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I raised the hilt, and, nothing loth,
Upon its cross I sware an oath:
My lips impressed the holy spot,
The oath, then sworn, was not forgot.
Upon its cross I sware an oath:
My lips impressed the holy spot,
The oath, then sworn, was not forgot.
Next morn, the sacred tears reveal
Three rust-spots on the naked steel.
Now, there are other stains below,
They are the life-blood of her foe.
Three rust-spots on the naked steel.
Now, there are other stains below,
They are the life-blood of her foe.
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