Poems By the Way by William Morris
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The Raven. Where Steingrim through the battle bore Still Olaf went a foot before. The King's Daughter. O fair with deeds the world doth grow! Where is my true-love gotten now? The Raven. Upon the deck beside the mast He lieth now, and sleepeth fast. The King's Daughter. Heard'st thou before his sleep began That he spake word of any man? The Raven. Methought of thee he sang a song, But nothing now he saith for long. The King's Daughter. And wottest thou where he will wend With the world before him from end to end? |
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