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OVER!
A knight came prancing on his way,
And across the path a lady lay:
“Stoop a little and hear me speak!”
Then, “You are strong, and I am weak:
Ride over me now, and kill me.”
And across the path a lady lay:
“Stoop a little and hear me speak!”
Then, “You are strong, and I am weak:
Ride over me now, and kill me.”
He opened wide his gay blue eyes,
Like one o'ermastered by surprise;
His cheek and brow grew burning red,
“Long looked-for, come at last,” she said,
“Ride over me now, and kill me.”
Like one o'ermastered by surprise;
His cheek and brow grew burning red,
“Long looked-for, come at last,” she said,
“Ride over me now, and kill me.”
Then softly spoke the knight, and smiled:
“Fair maiden, whence this mood so wild?”
“Smile on,” said she, “my reign is o'er,
But do my bidding yet once more:
Ride over me now, and kill me.”
“Fair maiden, whence this mood so wild?”
“Smile on,” said she, “my reign is o'er,
But do my bidding yet once more:
Ride over me now, and kill me.”
He smote his steed of dapple-gray,
And lightly cleared her where she lay;
But still, as he sped on amain,
She murmured ever, “Turn again:
Ride over me now, and kill me.”
And lightly cleared her where she lay;
But still, as he sped on amain,
She murmured ever, “Turn again:
Ride over me now, and kill me.”
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